There Be A Mafia Tale

There Be A Mafia Tale

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Thu, Aug 29, 2019
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BANG BANG the gun man could be heard shooting throw the halls of westtide highschool . I looked into the darkness hugging my friends . Damn this had to happen are last year of school I tried to joke to my crying friend under my left arm . Sadly I failed miserable and only worsen her crying . I sighed listening in to footstep down the hall before another gunshot a scream and thud followed cause many of the people in are math room to shake and whimper. I tried to focus but the closer the steps got the more I found myself shaking . I tried and tried to keep it togther for my 2 friends . soon the steps stop at are door a gasp field the class room followed by the quietness of the room. after about a minute the door handle shook, and to are misfortune the door flew open.
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