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"Hi my name is Scott but my friends call me Scotty'' I say obliviously to the woman who was about to murder me, I just didn't know it yet. I laid there choking on the air I was unable to inhale. I tried to stand but to no avail. The last thing I saw before I died were my hands hitting the ground and scattered LEGO pieces I never got to finish building.
The story is about an eight year old African American boy who started to palpitate and harshly choke on air in his quiet suburban home in east Texas. The child was found dead in his room with a small empty bottle containing residue of an unknown substance. Or at least that's what the newspaper said. But of course there's a lot of fake news out there these days. Hi, I'm Scott but my friends call me Scotty, this is the story of how I died...Sort of.
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Hello my name is Marie and this is a story I wrote and I very proud of it. I will try to update regularly. Please leave any suggestions in the comments. Also I wanted to add a great quote to brighten someones day.
"To do a great is to do a little wrong"
-William Shakespeare
I do not own the art.
I hope enjoy the story and have a wonderful day.