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Dylan's Home-Personal Narrative

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Dylan’s temper had gone down and he didn’t care anymore. He just sat there, glassy eyed, watching and waiting.

Another hour passed. Dylan got up. He left all his trash on the table and smeared some ketchup over it for good measure. He was annoyed that he had been kind to the little girl. No one had been kind to him. That was how he could grow up strong and hide his emotions in public. Practice was key.

Jordan’s house was across town. It was close to the school they used to go to. You’d think that their family would move away after the incident, but no, they didn’t. He searched this all up every single time in the library to ensure that they would be where he wanted.

Jordan would have to take the bus. He could get there in about an hour. …show more content…

Jordan is dead.
His father is dead.
His mother is alive.
She will hate me and that is too bad.
I cannot continue now.
My life is gone and my goals are wiped away.
Rest in peace Jordan,
You have suffered enough.

Dylan placed the last dot on the page. He wiped his face on his sleeve only to discover that it was covered in blood. His tears splattered onto the page.
Carefully he closed the book. He went to the kitchen again but this time he got a red ribbon from a craft drawer. He tied it delicately around the book. On the back cover he scrawled the word SORRY.

Then out of spite and annoyance with himself and for this family he added: ENJOY YOUR LIFE. THIS IS WHAT YOUR SON MADE ME.

Jordan’s mom would love that.

He walked back to where the dead bodies were. He gently placed the journal in between Jordan and his dad. Anyone could find it there.

He picked up his gun and walked down the hall to what he figured was Jordan’s room.

He lay down on the bed in the dark. His lifted his gun and inspected it carefully. Interesting thing. He wondered how many lives guns had saved, or ruined.

He held it up to his temple.

“Good bye world.” He whispered into the night.

Dylan pulled the

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