For the very first time in my whole life I am really worried. Not worried I’d get a D- on the math test, not worried that the Three Days Grace concert tickets would sell out, not even worried that my pet hamster would die. I am actually worried about something that mattered.
I, Veronica Saint- Padrogen was standing in the middle of an ally, grasping on to my best friend brother, Mark. He was staring endlessly at some scary looking man with a gun.
“Well, Look what we have here.” The man said. “To helpless twirps just waiting to be murdered.”
“Stay out of the way.” Mark said. “We’re trying to get through.”
The man took out his gun. “Ha! Talk back you are doing, huh? Well you better get back unless you want me to pull this trigger.”
“Stop.” Mark said without a look of fear in his eye.
The man gave a evil looking smile and pulled the trigger, aiming it at Mark’s neck.
BOOM. Mark fell to the ground and I was just standing there, the man and I face to face.
“Heh,” He said. And to my knolage, he jumped up, wings came out, and he gracefully flew away.
And I just stood there, trying to hold back the sobbing. A minute later, to police came falllowing with ambules. They tried to help Mark, but they thought it was too late. They drove him back to the hospital, and I went with him.
Now I’m in the waiting room, worrying my mind out Mark’s going to die. And as I said before, for the first time In my life, I am worried.
 Minotauris · Sat Nov 24, 2007 @ 07:41pm · 5 Comments |
