Chapter 5
((An: I have decided to update again, as with the last 4 chapters, I ask for constructive criticism.))
Disclaimer: I don't own The Simpsons
I stood there frozen; my hands were stuck to my sides. I wanted to run to Mr. Burns's aide, but my legs were stuck to the concrete. I watched in terror as I saw the truck hit him, and his fragile body was catapulted into the air.
When I finally recovered from the initial shock, I ran like a rabbit on fire to where Mr. Burns had landed. My first thought was that he was dead, I was about to burst into tears, when I saw his thin, stick-like arm, move ever so slowly. "Mr. Burns?!" I gasped. I heard a soft groan. I was relieved, the blow didn't kill him. I quickly pulled my cell phone out of my jacket pocket, and called for an ambulance.
I stayed with Mr. Burns until the ambulance arrived, he still hadn't woken up, I was worried, yet somewhat relieved. If he had woken up, it would have meant he was alright, but he would have sawn me. I knew he was still angry with me when he had gotten hit. Knowing Mr. Burns, he wouldn't have forgotten his anger.
I would have gone with Mr. Burns to the hospital, but they made me stay behind answer to questions. I co-operated with their requests, and was allowed to go home.
I was upset, angry, and scared. I didn't know what they were doing to Mr. Burns. I was angry with myself for causing all this. If I hadn't assaulted Simpson, Mr. Burns wouldn't have gotten mad, if he hadn't gotten angry with me, he wouldn't have felt the need to get away from me, and he wouldn't have gotten hit.
(((I know the chapter is short, but review please.)))
