Tuesday, 2 March 2010
06:34:36 PM (GMT)
Okay, so there are two sides of town. The pops and the drops. Pops is short for
popular. The pops are VERY territorial. The drops cannot even go in Pop territory to
buy groceries. I am a drop, but my parents are rich and we live on the Pop side of
town. My parents don't know about this rivalry. I act like it is normal teenage
behavior when the Pops ( bit****) next door pelt rocks on our house. I feel unsafe.
Most of the Pops' parents are frieds with police officers. They have specials rights.
I am afraid they might murder me. But who cares? I want to die anyway. You see, my
name is Alexandrianna Monroe. My nickname? Xsa Xsa (sa sa). I love that name. Well,
my story is short. So here goes.
I was walking across town. A pop was drinking beer and saw me. I waved ( I am
friendly!) and he pulled out a gun. I got scared. I started to run. I thought I was
running, my breath was shortening. I had a headache. My legs (I thought) were slowing
down. Only when I saw a hole in my arm I realized it was my heart slowing down.
Goodbye mom, dad, everyone. I love you. This never should of happened. But now... I
Never do anything you would regret. Don't drink and drive. Don't drink beer underage.
That is the moral of this story. Never wish anything you really don't want.