You're Walking Down The Street To School, Like You Do Every Day. You Don't Look At That Boy Anymore,

You're walking down the street to school, like you do every day. You don't look at that boy anymore, atleast, not more than a glance. He doesn't bother you anymore either. You're passing him when a man, a little ways away, reaches in his pocket. This would be meaningless, except that the boy's head snaps up, eyes focusing on him. He grabs his phone just as the man pulls out a gun and points it at him. Now, of course, this is the part where your heart drops and you realise you've had a crush on this boy all along and you can't live without him and you have to do anything, even sacrificing your life, to save him. You lunge desperately out of the way, ducking behind a trash can, your mind racing. Aw hell no, you ain't saving that boy. He's a jerk and a bully and, although you don't want him dead, he's definately not worth your own life. Nope. If it's between you and him, it's gotta be you. Gun shots go off. People scream. You hear the boy shout, "DAD! THEY'RE COMING- AGH!" You peek out to see the phone fall to the ground, the boy ducking down the ally, clutching his bloody hand. The man chases after him. You collapse against the wall, gasping. You didnt do any running, but you're suddenly out of breath. Gunshots echo off the walls of the ally. Your curiosity is piqued, but you don't move, your life is more important than knowing what's going on right now. You can drag it out of that boy later. If he survives.....

The boy laughs, looking at you. His eyes are cruel, mocking, “Yeah, if you're a coward. We have a tally, see who can kill the most enemies.” Your lips twist, “That's sick.” He smirks, shrugging, “Not for me.” You shake your head and slowly get up, “Do you have a phone on you?” The boy looks suspicious, “Yeah, why?” “Just making sure you can get a hold of someone.” You slowly walk off, wishing you would have never went looking for him.

You're still crouched down behind the trash can when the police show up. There's been gunshots going off down the ally. You gasp, "there's a boy in there! Hes-he's a teenager. He ran into the ally and I think he got shot..." tears spring to your eyes, but don't fall. You don't like him, but that doesn't mean you want him to die.... the police disappear down the ally, leaving you in the street with the rest of the people. You're glued to the spot. You cant leave until you know no one was killed at least...

Btw this story skips time. Each new post will usually skip some time. You've been warned.

So I was at my sister and brother in laws house and I went to show my brother in law a funny meme I found. He goes "oh please dont let it be a bts meme" and I was just like "no. It's not." Really annoyed, obviously, but didn't say anything else and just sat and fumed. Well after he sat down my mom was like "well I really like bts" and my sister goes "well I think they sound TERRIBLE" and mom was like "I like them because they try to send a positive message with their music and sing about good things" and my sister goes "have you HEARD them?" And mom goes "no, well I've heard a few songs, but mostly what I know about them is what Maria (me) has told me about them and they sound much better than what i used to listen to. I mean, I listened to awful, wicked stuff when I was younger. I'm very glad my daughter's (me and my two other little sisters) choose to listen to something positive rather than what i used to listen to." And they couldn't say anything after that and I just sat there internally cheering because I have an awesome mother.

The leader of one of the most powerful mafia comes storming up. You step back immediately, as does everyone else, except one brave police officer. He stands firmly in front of the door to the car. The mafia leader snarls, "what is my son doing in the back of a police car?", stalking up to the police officer. He loses courage and steps out of the way. You freeze, son? You almost laugh, no wonder he's such a jerk... the leader grabs the boys arm and pulls him out of the car. The boy stumbles, but the leader doesn't let go of his arm, keeping him on his feet. He snatches the keys from a police officer, who stutters an apology, and uncuffs him. The boy rubs his wrist, smirking at the police. One of his hands is covered in blood, droplets slowly falling to the ground. You suddenly feel overwhelmingly disappointed. What a real jerk... You turn and walk off, no longer caring what happens to him. You're sure his dad will take care of him. You roll your eyes. Nothing annoys you more than spoiled, rich brats....