My name is Cooper McCarthy. To tell you more about who I am would get you in trouble with people around you. I could only do so much to protect people. I try and try, but this just doesn't help but screw me over. I put my name as a user name because of some writers here doing that. Here is a story that I think could do some good things. I only watched an episode from this show, but I think I could work with this. To learn more about me, look at my profile...when it's done.
PROLOGUE: FINAL MESSAGE
I guess I should start talking, huh? Maybe this isn't my job as a narrator, maybe. I guess I like that word. Maybe. Maybe that's why.
Our story went on as a bit of roller coaster with an accident.
I knew this kid named Gumball Watterson, back when I was young. I never did do much thinking about this guy. He didn't seem the type of kid you wouldn't dare try to change. Why? He was already who he was. He was gifted that way.
I knew him all the way to the day he died.
As I recalled, he had this crush on this girl named Penny Fitzgerald, as I recall. I'm looking at the class photo, and I'm right abut the name. Fitzgerald. I guess I have a good memory to recall this event, so on and so forth. I could only do this much writing, besides me, there is Death watching over them. There is no guardian angel, protecting us from demons or anything. Only Death watches you, will God turns the other cheek on you.
This may come to you as a surprise, but I'm dying as I'm typing this all on my phone. I only have little time to tell you this, but the reason why I'm telling you this is to get the facts straight when the world knows the truth. They already have the big details, but not the beginning.
Gumball has had this crush on Penny since anyone could remember 1 through 20. I'd tell you all about the goo-goo eyes that Gumball has made, while looking at Penny. It wasn't stalking or anything, but I can rest assure that Penny liked him. Oh, she did.
They were the perfect example of true love, damn they were. You probably are already asking how I'm just treating this like it was a story, a book or novel. Well, I have to keep myself as being just a person. A person who was there when it all had happened. It's true, I tell you. If you don't see me as a human being or anything like that, then how could you honestly feel what I'm trying to say.
Well, Gumball and Penny loved each other. I can say that because many people knew this. Sure, they'll probably try to stretch the boundary of this truth to either making it a good or bad thing. Well, let's just keep it simple: Gumball would do almost anything for her.
She wasn't mean or self-loathing. She was a nice girl. She was the girl any guy would fall in love with. She wasn't this girl who be the one who'd be the stereotype of middle school girls. No, she was special.
I will tell you, since I don't have much time.
I'm bleeding to death, but I hoped for that to happen to me, because I don't want to die by the thing that caused the gunshot on me.
Gumball didn't kill Penny. Believe me. Please.
For Gods-sakes, he never did it. He loved her. He would never do such a thing. He wou