Ronald McDonald The Killer

Ronald McDonald The Killer

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One day we were at McDonald's with my friends for my birthday party. We were having a great time at the party. It was me, marcus, Jimmy, omar, Jackson amd other people. The party was going great until I saw something creepy. The only part that I don't like about McDonald's is because of this guy named Ronald McDonald. He always looked creepy. Ronald McDonald is a nice guy but he looked like that he would be a killer. But he was playing with us in the playground. He Slid with Marcus down the slide, he played tag with my friends. He was a nice guy. Until he started looking at me creepy. He stared at me. He was being so creepy. When he came up to me, I kicked him hard in the nuts and he fell down. I told all my friends to fight Ronald McDonald. Everyone started to chase him. We knocked him down then he got up. Ronald was getting so mad that he got up and got a knife and stabbed this kid on the ground.
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We were watching TV, my father and I, waiting for my mother to come down. We were going to go somewhere for my birthday but it was a surprise. I was so excited and so happy. I couldn't wait. We heard some noise. My mother was there but she didn't look so well. "Meredith, what's wrong? Are you Ok?" He asked. Then I saw a red patch on her chest and a huge knife across it. "Mum!" I yelled running towards her. "It's gonna be Ok, sunshine." He said. We were both crying. We had her in our arms. "I love you both." She said weakly. And she died. She actually died. My own mother died. We cried. Then we heard another noise. We looked up to see a tall strong guy. He was scary. "Get up!" He ordered. My father held me tight in his arms and obeyed. He pulled a gun at him and shot him. "Dad!" I yelled. "Dad." I cried. Why was this happening to me? "Get up!" The guy ordered me. I listened. He pointed a gun at me. I was so scared. And then I was saved. This is my story and my name is Michael White. __________ I'd like to thank @SnoopyANDWoodstick_ for the cover. Xxx

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