Was Unloading The Dishwasher. Sugar For Our Coffee Is Kept In A Coffee Cup. Absentmindedly Tried To Put

Was unloading the dishwasher. Sugar for our coffee is kept in a coffee cup. Absentmindedly tried to put the coffee cup up. Life isn't fair.

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.

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The police drag the boy out of the ally. They throw him down and wrestle his hands behind his back. He snarls, "get the fuck off me!", thrashing violently. You stand in shock as they slap cuffs on him and fight him into a police car..... He's the victim.... why are they arresting him?

When you've dropped your phone so many times that you aren't even afraid of it breaking anymore, you just look at it in disappointment because by this many times it can't be your fault, your phone has got to be trying to commit suicide...