I sat on the swings, it was chilly outside and there were bright coloured leaves all over the floor.

It was a bit wet and gloomy outside. Now I can see why nobody is outdoors today.

I sit there rocking gently back and forth at a slow pace.

I see Mitch Mitchelson Walking towards me with a slight bounce in his step. "Hello Boomer." He says calmly. "Hi Mitch. What are you doing here?" I asked sounding just as calm. I was secretly being sarcastic. I know he hates me. He's always been jealous because I get more girls and boys in a day than he could get in a month.

He sat on the swing next to me. "I knew I could find you here. There's just something I need to show you."

He smiles a cute, but devious smile. Whatever it is it can't be good. "Please, come with me?"

He stands up and extends his hand to me. For all I know he could have one of those electric zappy thingies on his hand. I stand up but I don't take his hand.

He looked at me as if I was rude for a slight second, but then he smiles again.

I probably should have taken his hand, maybe I wouldn't feel so mean like I do at the moment.

He walks and I follow beside him.

"Where are we going?" I ask. He doesn't reply. "Mitch-" "Just follow me, you'll see when we get there."

He never makes eye contact with me during this walk. Something's not right here…

He stops all of a sudden. We're in an alleyway. It's cold and wet and dark and lonely.

"Why are we stopping?" He doesn't reply. He just stares ahead. "Mitch! Why aren't you answering me?"

He rapidly turns to me when I start yelling. I expect a reply but he lunges forward and shoves his tongue down my throat!

This isn't good. I push him off but he has me pinned! I knew this was a bad idea!

He keeps touching me and I'm so scared. He grabs me and kisses me again.

"Stop! I don't like where this is going!" He picks me up and slams me into the wall, still kissing me.

I push him off and he stumbles back a bit. Now he looks angry! What do I do?

I stand still for a moment, then I try to run for it. But he grabs my arm and pulls me back. He pulls a gun from out of his pocket. He cocks it and points it directly at the center of my forehead.

I scream.

He shoots.

The end.. That's it. I can't see anything, but I can still hear. My head hurts like hell.

Five more shots ring out of the darkness that surrounds me. I can't hear anymore.

I want my brothers! I wish they were here to save me. I hope this is just one big scary nightmare but it's not.

I'm dead… Mitch Mitchelson killed me. The end... No more...