Make art not war part 2

Make art not war part 2

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A cop stands in front of me,completely backed up by like,50 others. They're all fully equipped with scary items-example,a fricking GUN and a god dang SHIELD. Thoughts are raging like a storm in my head. The cops rush in through my door and I yell reallyyyy loud. What did they want??? Stepping to an officer he screams like a girl and his arms frail,causing his gun to go off,bullet aiming at my leg. I scream bloody murder and wince hard at the bullet hole in my leg and all the blood rushing down from it! My vision blurs-then goes black. The last thing I see is my leg.
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This was wrong. I shouldn't be doing this. Why did I let them talk me into something like this? Usually people who rob banks go to jail- oh god I'm going to jail. My eyes wandered over all the workers and other people currently on the ground. I then stared down at the gun in my hands; the one Mace had all but thrown at me. My chest started to hurt as I stared at all of the scared and innocent people... this is the worst time for my asthma to act up. Carefully putting the gun down, I dug in my pockets for my inhaler. Once I finally found it I noticed a pair of bright green eyes staring at me. "Cat Eyes!" Mace screamed at me, before he grabbed my arm. "My inhaler!" I yelled, about to turn away when he yanked my arm. "Leave it!" He growled as we ran out of the bank. The other guys were running ahead of us, as sirens were heard from the distance. Once we were all inside, I tore my mask off as the others laughed and cheered. I guess this is what my life has become, failure.

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