smock come out of the narrow chimney as if there were a bushfire. the shiny stars float in the sky that seems so far away. a figure, stood in the nightlight, waiting for a momant to strike.
hhh, hhh, as the 12 year old boy woke in fear. something is wrong said the youth in a deep tone.
he ran to his parents room to find them on the floor dead. he walked up and felt his mothers thick, silky blood to find that it was still warm. they died just now by the warmth of there blood. he took a glimps at the window and saw a dark figure looking through the scope of a sniper rifle ready to assasinate me. he does a barrel role on the ground as the bullet shot through the sniper. the bullet went straight through the wall as the youth ran to the phone, but the line was cut with a fine blade. he ran like the wind to the door. '' its locked'' screamed the youth as he smashes through the thick layer of glass. he ran through the forest, his life depended on it
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good job
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