One day I was on my way home from school.I didnt see the news so I didnt know what was going on outside so I walked homewith my friend.When i got close to my house I seen a crazy person pull out a gun and shoot my friend.I was sad for three days straight i couldnt handle myself so I grabbed my moms pistol put on a mask and shot who shot my friend.The police never found out but yeah I was the reason for the recent murder.(this is a fictional story made on the 6th of march so if i post this and someone dies right after it's not my fault)People knew i had a crazy side to my but i never knew until now.It felt good killing that person.Now i just gotta get home and put the gun back.But that was a huge failure.My mom still found out i was the reason because i left at that time and she noticed the hat she made me.I want justice and I thought my mom would be angerfied but she was like "WOW GREAT JOB".I was scared for no reason even though my mom doesnt like deaths in the city she lives in.Im just happy I didnt die as well.