Flip Flops in February
Like I always say, when life hand you lemons, chuck them at your Geometry teacher! Life moves fast, especially for me. When my father was killed by a gang, we were sent to Florida for two years. They wanted our family; we didn't have anyone...
It was a cold night. I remember because I had huddled close to my father for warmth, my small body shivering but content. He was snoring slightly, and I was breathing loudly. Outside, I was silent.
But then.
A gunshot, screaming from my mother and I, my brother crying, and my dad. A struggling mess on the floor, bleeding, silent. It was certain. He was dead. So was our family.
But then.
A gunshot, screaming from my mother and I, my brother crying, and my dad. A struggling mess on the floor, bleeding, silent. It was certain. He was dead. So was our family.
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woah 0.o that was good for only a few sentences