we are doing a story in english. we get in a group of for and write for five minutes than change papers and continue the others paper. it turns out crazy. here is mine:
“Oh my god, did that guy just die?” I asked my friend john, who was standing next to me.
“I don’t know”. He said.
We had just watched a sky diver hit the ground. His parachute had not opened. It was a warm sunny day in Shelton, Washington. We were just out side of the airport on the edge of some woods. We were just sitting there smoking pot and watching the sky divers. All was well until one of their parachutes did not open. He hit the ground not fifty feet away. We could hear his scream until he hit the ground, and when he hit there was a bone crushing sound than nothing. The world seemed to be motionless and quiet for a few seconds after he landed. Time seemed to have slowed down. It was this way till I asked john if we saw what we saw.
“Sh*t man what do we do?” he asked.
“I don’t know”. I said.
We ran to where the person had landed. There was no way the guy had survived. There was a puddle of blood around his stomach when we got there. There was a stick stabbed into his gut and came all the way through his back. We could hear the sirens of the ambulance and fire trucks that were now coming towards us.
“Lets get the f--k out of here.” I said thinking of the warrant and weed I had on me.
John did not answer me. He was just staring and speechless. There were tears in his eyes.
“Do you know him?” I asked
“He is my cousin.” He said and than fell to his knees and started to cry. “Sh*t” I had thought.
“Well I am out of here I can’t get caught by the cops.” And after I said that I split. I ran until I got to my car than I jumped in it and went to my house.
The next day the story was on the news. It was all well, I even saw john on TV.
“Man I can’t believe that the guy was his cousin.” I thought to myself.
Just than there was a knock on the door. I got up and opened the door. And would you guess it there were two cops in the doorway. The one on the left was a big muscular black man. He had glasses and had a piece of gum he was chewing on very fast. The cop on the right was a short plump white guy. He had brown eyes and a mustache.
“Are you Bob Hooton?” said the black one?
“no I am not.” I said to him, “I am his brother James Hooton, though.” As I handed him my brothers high school identification card.
“Do you have a Washington state I.D.?” the white cop said.
“No I don’t I just moved here the beginning of the year.” I told him.
This is when it goes all to sh*t for me. What happened first was my dog came out of the door behind me. This made the smell of my hot-boxed house come out. And right as that happened more cops pulled up. This made me very nervous.
“Well we know that is not you.” said the black cop pulling out his gun.
I did the first thing that came to my mind. That was to run back into the house and up the stairs to my gun closet. So that is what I did. I went flying it seemed. I was in the house and up the stairs in a matter of seconds. Before I got to the door was when they started to fire but than they stopped shooting and they gave chase. The cops had tripped as they came in the house because of the stuff I pulled off the shelf. It was a good thing that I always have my guns fully loaded because they were right at the bottom of the stairs when I turned around with my ak-47. I opened fire. The first three cops fell instantly by obtaining hits in the head and legs. The fourth cop however only got his leg shot and was behind cover calling for backup.
“Oh sh*t what did I do?” I thought to myself. “Oh well I f----d up badly now time to make it worse.”
I grabbed the grenade I had in the closet and through it. It killed the cop once it exploded. Now that those cops were dead I grabbed my bullet resistant armor and put it on. Filled the bag I had in the closet full of guns and ammo. Than I ran out to the car I had
