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Prologue: Welp I'm Dead!

You ever had one of those really good days that are just great then something incredibly stupid happens that ruined your entire day like if you got check from work and then when you go to cash it at the bank you end up in the middle of a bank robbery? Well that happen to me!

What Happen You May Ask? Well I died!

No seriously I died.

It was a really dumb death too.

I mean like a 'what the fuck?' sort of death.

You see it was snowing out so me and my little cosines that I and my two brother was force to watch while their parents went out to a party with my dad or something I don't know all I heard was blab blab I don't give a fuck blab, so we were all just chilling (Well me chilling while my older brother was chasing our little cosines and my younger brother around the house) till we (my older brother) decided (Force us) to have snowball fight to get rid of all the sugar I had intentionally given to my cousins to get back at their parent when they came to pick them up and be force to deal with two hyper active eight and seven year old boys but my older brother didn't want that nooo my older brother said "we have to give then back when there tiered not hyper it would be wrong to force them to deal with that after they themselves are tired." or something of the sort I was paying attention to the TV more then him.

But either way he's a Kissass.

Anyway so we (and by we I mean my older brother) decided to take them outside to have a snow ball fight and while I was trying to run away from my little cosines Painful Snowballs Of Death but not very good since I'm really not athletic…Ok ok I'm a fatty, happy? And my brothers laughing in the background (Sadistic shitheads basterds) I was looking back at my cosines while cursing at them and my brothers (My oldest brother was telling me not to curse in front of children I just gave repeated what I called him before at him) and run out into the street between the small space of the two cars in our fount yard.

And of course a car was driving in the street.

You know now that I think about it I always thought I would die from my cat suffocating me in my sleep from sleeping on my face.

Anyway since I literally just came out of nowhere like one of the squirrels and raccoons that live on our block I got run over by the said car. But no this was not a ordinary car.

I got run over by a truck.

You know the ones that are only suppose be on highways because of how large they are?

I don't know how exactly the way I became road kill but from what I think happen from the way my body felt was that I got blasted from the left side of my body enough to break bones and roughly push from the force onto the street ground and felt the tires from the right of the car I think was breaking my spine and crushing my inner organs around that area.

I wonder if they got liquefied from the force or if they even can.

My death wasn't even instant or ales I don't think it was. I didn't even feel the cold heard frosty street road and but I think I heard a scream (Sissy's) but who's I don't really know. (Probably from my oldest brother though.)

But you know what I did know?

That the asshole that ran me over kept on driving.

And driving.

And driving.

And driving.

AND DID'T EVEN STOP TO SEE IF I WAS ALRIGHT!

So With the last of my dying strength, will, determination, hope, anger, and vary essence of my being I did the one thing that was my final farewell to the world.

You know what I did.

Do you?

Can you guess?

No?

Well what I did with the last of my strength is very simple.

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I gave that Asshole driver the bird.

'What a prick.' Was my final thought of that life as Nicklee (Fucking) West twenty three year old most badass girl you shall ever meet.

Or not meet, however this fucking works.

You may now morn for my lose world, galaxy, and whatever else will miss/worship the awesome and cool me.

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Mourning done yet? No? Too bad! Because I got something else to say before we continue on words.

You know that even though you have ended one life it doesn't mean it's the end of the soul.

Sometimes it just the start of something new and fucked up.

And believe me it is fucked up.


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