My story

All he wanted was a nice family, a few friends but what he got were pain and prison. He was only six when it started. His mother had left, leaving his dad, him, his twin sister, and his little dog, Chupie. Then his twin sisters fell ill. Within weeks they both died. Now what remained was him, his dad, and Chupie but that didn’t seem to last long. His dad found a girlfriend, who had a little boy, who was about eight.

The boy was seven when his dad got the girlfriend but now he was ten, the other boy was twelve. He came back home from school but his dog didn’t greet him like he usually did. The boy looked all over but to no avail when he heard laughing from the backyard. When he reached the backyard he saw his dog, Chupie but Chupie lay on the ground. The twelve-year-old held a knife in his hand, the knife was covered in blood. The older boy also had a dog bite mark on his arm.

The little boy’s eyes widened greatly at seeing this and he calmly, but angrily, walked back inside. He grabbed a bigger knife and stared at his silky white hair and his sweet blue eyes. He looked back outside to see the other boy was now sitting on the ground petting Chupie softly as if he didn’t just kill him. This enraged the smaller boy and he walked up to him. He raised the knife before plunging it swift and hard into the smaller boy’s skull. He stabbed his skull many times and watched as the blood spilled onto the green grass and Chupie’s white fur. He grabbed the older boy’s head and pushed him further.

He grabbed the knife the boy killed Chupie with and slipped it under Chupie. The little boy slipped the knife into the old boy’s hand and walked away, into his room. Later that day, when his dad should have arrived home, his dad’s girlfriends did instead. She told him his dad had died but he didn’t believe her, so he went into the kitchen while she followed him. He grabbed another knife and turned around but she no longer stood there. She knelt beside her baby and when she turned the living little boy stabbed her in the face. She looked at the knife in her face before falling forward, the knife going farther into her head. If he couldn’t have his dad, he would have no one.

He didn’t know how to hide the bodies, so when his mother came to pick him up, she saw the bodies. She looked at him with dear and anger. He looked at her with a smile, as he didn’t see anything wrong with it. He saw it as self-defense that his dog couldn’t do. His mother saw it as murder for no practical reason. She roughly grabbed him by the arm and called the police. When they got there, they put the smaller boy in the back of the car and called the ambulance.

He glared at his mom. He felt pure betrayal from this, his one last parent. It was a long drive from his old home to the prison. He thought he would go to juvie but apparently, murder gives you a nice clean ticket to prison. When he entered it he was stripped and given his new clothes and cell. His new cellmate was a tall skinny man with many tattoos. He smiled at the man but the man only stared back with pity. The smaller boy asked what was wrong and the man stayed how he, the little boy, got a death sentence.

The little boy broke down screaming to be let out and banging on the cell before one of the guards took his pistol out, and shot him in the leg. The boy screamed out in pain and grabbed his leg. The skinny man ripped his shirt and wrapped it around the leg wound. The prisoner started yelling at the guard before he was silenced by being smacked by the baton in the head. It took three days for them to prepare the death sentence.

On the day before, the boy wanted one thing, he wanted a single blueberry, his favorite fruit. The last few moments he had alone the superintendent gave him a simple toy train. He played with it and when it came time for him to die it was burned, helping to kill him. The irony was insane on that day. Unfortunately, he died alone with no one by his side.

On October 21st, 20xx Rosa Alba was killed from toxic gas due to the murder of three people by stabbing.

All he wanted was a nice family, a few friends but what he got were pain and prison. He was only six when it started. His mother had left, leaving his dad, him, his twin sister, and his little dog, Chupie. Then his twin sisters fell ill. Within weeks they both died. Now what remained was him, his dad, and Chupie but that didn’t seem to last long. His dad found a girlfriend, who had a little boy, who was about eight.

The boy was seven when his dad got the girlfriend but now he was ten, the other boy was twelve. He came back home from school but his dog didn’t greet him like he usually did. The boy looked all over but to no avail when he heard laughing from the backyard. When he reached the backyard he saw his dog, Chupie but Chupie lay on the ground. The twelve-year-old held a knife in his hand, the knife was covered in blood. The older boy also had a dog bite mark on his arm.

The little boy’s eyes widened greatly at seeing this and he calmly, but angrily, walked back inside. He grabbed a bigger knife and stared at his silky white hair and his sweet blue eyes. He looked back outside to see the other boy was now sitting on the ground petting Chupie softly as if he didn’t just kill him. This enraged the smaller boy and he walked up to him. He raised the knife before plunging it swift and hard into the smaller boy’s skull. He stabbed his skull many times and watched as the blood spilled onto the green grass and Chupie’s white fur. He grabbed the older boy’s head and pushed him further.

He grabbed the knife the boy killed Chupie with and slipped it under Chupie. The little boy slipped the knife into the old boy’s hand and walked away, into his room. Later that day, when his dad should have arrived home, his dad’s girlfriends did instead. She told him his dad had died but he didn’t believe her, so he went into the kitchen while she followed him. He grabbed another knife and turned around but she no longer stood there. She knelt beside her baby and when she turned the living little boy stabbed her in the face. She looked at the knife in her face before falling forward, the knife going farther into her head. If he couldn’t have his dad, he would have no one.

He didn’t know how to hide the bodies, so when his mother came to pick him up, she saw the bodies. She looked at him with dear and anger. He looked at her with a smile, as he didn’t see anything wrong with it. He saw it as self-defense that his dog couldn’t do. His mother saw it as murder for no practical reason. She roughly grabbed him by the arm and called the police. When they got there, they put the smaller boy in the back of the car and called the ambulance.

He glared at his mom. He felt pure betrayal from this, his one last parent. It was a long drive from his old home to the prison. He thought he would go to juvie but apparently, murder gives you a nice clean ticket to prison. When he entered it he was stripped and given his new clothes and cell. His new cellmate was a tall skinny man with many tattoos. He smiled at the man but the man only stared back with pity. The smaller boy asked what was wrong and the man stayed how he, the little boy, got a death sentence.

The little boy broke down screaming to be let out and banging on the cell before one of the guards took his pistol out, and shot him in the leg. The boy screamed out in pain and grabbed his leg. The skinny man ripped his shirt and wrapped it around the leg wound. The prisoner started yelling at the guard before he was silenced by being smacked by the baton in the head. It took three days for them to prepare the death sentence.

On the day before, the boy wanted one thing, he wanted a single blueberry, his favorite fruit. The last few moments he had alone the superintendent gave him a simple toy train. He played with it and when it came time for him to die it was burned, helping to kill him. The irony was insane on that day. Unfortunately, he died alone with no one by his side.

On October 21st, 20xx Rosa Alba was killed from toxic gas due to the murder of three people by stabbing.