I'm making this because I promised myself I would write a story today. Okay, It's 12:39 in the morning so I missed my deadline but here is goes anyway. This was originally going to be a one hundred word drabble but I had to many with the story not even completed so I bumped it up to 150. It took me a while to make this because the word count was acting weird and it took me a while to figure out what was wrong.

Started: March 18, 2007 at 12:39 A.M.

Completed: March 18, 2007 at 1:07 A.M.

I hate you. You and your thick Puerto Rican accent. I know your type. You're the type who think you can come into our country and try to steal our turf. Well you know what Bernardo? The Sharks are not going to take away what's rightfully ours, the Jets. Sooner or later you're all gonna pay. I jab at you with my knife and you jab at me with yours. You back me into a fence and for a moment I freeze. I run straight at you at full force with every intention of killing. Then I feel it, the cold blade of the knife plunged into my stomach. I never imagined the pain would be this bad. I fell to Tony, pleading for his help. Pleading for him to kill you, because you may have killed me, but you're still gonna pay. It's not over, Bernardo. It's not over.