Hi guys I wrote dis little thing in class at school for work and I liked it so I will post it My cousin banamous edited dis and posted it himself. This is the real thing that I wrote in class 6th period humanities. So enjoy and The link to the edited version will be at the bottom.
The Day
The day. The day I was going to do it. The day I was going to meet her. The day that got ruined by a little shortcut.
5pm. I walked down the street waiting almost there. I need to get there first. To surprise her. I had everything planned. Get a table at her favorite resteraunt. Surprise her with flowers. Daphadils. Her favorite. But I was late. too late. Bad time to be out. Alone. So I take a shortcut. Down the alley. To the bad territory. " It can't be that bad" I tell my self. Then I see them. Hoods, masks, and crowbars. They see me in my nice outfit my flowers. I try to run but they chase me to a back alley. Then the first hit. Then Black.
I don't know how long I was out but it was enough that she never talked to me again. I guess it was pretty important to her too.
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