(My name is gonna be October. Im 16. No godmodding. No one sentence shit. Be creative. DO NOT be boring. It pisses me off.) My legs and back are killing me as I make my way through the small deserted town. I havent seen anyone in 5 years, since my parents were killed. Ive been by myself since I was 11, and it gets lonely sometimes, but somehow I manage. As I sit down on a park bench, I pull out an apple Ive been saving, there are brown spots, buy it should still be good. Just as Im taking a bite theres a rustle in some nearby bushes and I pull out the gun I found three months ago.
Posted on: Fri, 10 Oct 2014 00:26:56 +0000
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