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Chapter One (Part Two of the Red haired boy's veiw)
I looked back to the leader of the gang, he was nodding with a smug grin on his face. I smiled back, It's not like I would know what we were actually doing. He pulled out a gun, I looked at it with wide eyes. He wasn't going to shoot them right? Maybe it was just a joke. I laughed and asked for a shotgun. to my suprise, one was tossed my way. I put my hand on the trigger; I liked how this felt. Was it the adrenaline? Probably was. I looked at the rest of the gang, only two other had guns. My guess is that we had one for each girl. Me and Talor were to shoot the short girl, and Morgan. I sighed, I didn't know I actually had to shoot her, jeez. The group was lowered into the house and the others went toward the girl with red hair and the girly girl. I laughed, and started to make my way toward the other girls. Two loud shots rang out, they both made me jump. Wait, gunshots? They did shoot them! My grip on the shotgun lossened and I nearly dropped it. Wiping my sweaty hands on my pants, I saw Margan and the short girl scramble toward the window. I shot blindly, knowing that I missed. I sighed and waited to be slapped on the head. The leader came up to me and told me to wait for her to come back. Before I could question, everyone was gone and I was in the house alone. With a deep breath, I got comfortable and aimed my gun at the window. I heard it open and I saw Morgan climbing in slowly. with a small exhale, I fired the gun, and saw as the girl turned around. She looked suprised. I couldn't help but smile, so I laughed. Morgan seemed to smile at me as she fell forward. Oh god! Oh god! That was my only thought as I ran toward the girl's corpse. Her eyes were open. "Christ!" I mumbles, looking at the exit wound on her stomach. Her intestines were laying on the ground next to her in a bloody heap. Swallowing hard to keep myself from vomiting, I closed her eyes. Standing back up, I walked back to the corner. "Damn." I said, kicking the shotgun that I had dropped. I looked back at Morgan. I felt a tear well up in my eye, and I wiped it away quickly. Taking a deep breath, I slid down the wall and sat down. I buried my face in my hands and sobbed. That girl had been my friend for the longest time, she even had a cute nickname for me. She used to call me Alliebear. Apparently, that's how you say 'Albert' in French. I guessed she called me Alliebear because my middle name was Albert, but I didn't care then. I looked over at her again and closed my eyes as a kaldiscope of memories came flooding back. I sighed and sobbed silently to myself.
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