i was gonna put this in the writing section but i remember link talking about now using that section anymore so im going to put this here... also if u want me to continue this story please leave a comment. (Warning: Strong Content, Viewer discretion is Advised)
Life of Mitch
So I used to have one boring life. Until something happened that would change my life
forever... (I know this "start" is kinda cheesy but stick with me here...).
so I live in the Bronx with my Dad and my Mom, I'm a Wight boy
(I know what you're thinking "you're lucky to be alive"... you're right)
that's because I don't try to be a thug like everyone else...
but back to what I was saying, my name is Mitch but everyone calls me Ryan
(now I know what your thinking "you're really fucking lucky you're not dead!!!").
So I'm in my room doing the same old same old, playing CoD at 11:00pm while eating chips
and drinking Mountain Dew. Then I get this text from my friend Todd.
"come over right now!!"
"dude some shit just went down"
"u gonna regret for the rest of yo life"
I get my sweater that says "Dope is Dope", and climb out my window
(my room is on the first floor) because my whole family is asleep.
And start heading to Todds house. I live in a semi-horrible neighbourhood,
the kind where there is at least two drug dealers and you wont get jumped
when you start walking from your house. Todds house isn't that far, just a couple of
blocks a way. When I finally get there go up to his door, i ring his door bell i hear
shuffling and it takes some time for todd to open the door so
I ring the doorbell again and say "Todd u there! its me mitch!"
the door opens and i see Todd, he's crying and then i hear a gun shot "BANG!!!!".
And blood goes all over my face "OH SHIT!!!" i say, and when i wipe the blood off
my eyes the only thing i see is the back of the gun and everything goes Black.