A Shitty Day For All, chapter 1
Billie was hurrying to Mike's house, since him, Tre' and Mike all had to meet there since they were getting ready for their big summer tour. Billie ran several red lights, but it was 7:00 in the morning. He suspected there werent many cops out. He headed down the small hill to Mike's house. He pulled into Mike's driveway and turned the car off.
"Well, jeez, could you be anymore late? I was so concerned that something had happened to you!" said Tre', who was just joking around. Billie looked at his watch, noticing that he still had 15 minutes before he was supposed to be here.
"Ok, I'm not late, but whatever," said Billie, grabbing his suitcase out of the trunk of his car. Billie looked around and noticed that they were at Mike's house, yet he wasn't there.
"Ok, where's Mike?" asked Billie
I'm not quite sure, I tried knocking on his door, no answer. I even threw this big brick at his window which broke, but still no answer. From the way the wind's blowing, it smells really shitty in there," said Tre'. Billie searched his pockets for the key to Mike's house that he had given Billie a long time ago. No luck. Billie jiggled Mike's doorknob but it wouldn't open. He quicky hopped Mike's short chain link fence and ran to his back door, and instantly stopped.
"Jeez, Billie you almost made me fall over, why'd you- holy fucking shit," said Tre' looking at Mike's trashed out house. Mike's sliding doors were broken all over the place. Glass and broken beer bottles were scattered throughout the entrance of his house. Billie stood there, staring at the huge mess, and slowly wandered inside. His house reeked of metal. No, it was worse, it was blood. Billie was scared to find anyone dead, especially his best friend. He naturally wandered up the stairs to Mike's bedroom. The reek of blood became even stronger, and Billie's heart pounded faster and faster. He noticed that Mike's door had violently been torn off of its hinges. This frightened Billie even more. He really didn't want to walk into Mike's room and see what might be there. He poked his head in, and there came the pain. It smacked him as if someone had just shot him. Mike was lying on the floor in a pile of his blood. Dead. Billie was speechless. He couldn't cry. He couldn't do or say anything. He felt as if someone had just torn his heart out. He yelled with anger as he fell over, running out of breath from his yelling. He started to cry. He couldn't even begin to think who might have done this. He was scared to even approach Mike when he first saw his dead body, but through his tears, Billie cuddled up with Mike's dead bloody body. And then, Billie became twice as scared. He just realized that Tre' wasnt with him. He was scared, but he didn't want to leave his dead friends side. Suddenly, Billie heard a girlish type scream coming from downstairs
"Oh God. Not Tre'".
"Well, jeez, could you be anymore late? I was so concerned that something had happened to you!" said Tre', who was just joking around. Billie looked at his watch, noticing that he still had 15 minutes before he was supposed to be here.
"Ok, I'm not late, but whatever," said Billie, grabbing his suitcase out of the trunk of his car. Billie looked around and noticed that they were at Mike's house, yet he wasn't there.
"Ok, where's Mike?" asked Billie
I'm not quite sure, I tried knocking on his door, no answer. I even threw this big brick at his window which broke, but still no answer. From the way the wind's blowing, it smells really shitty in there," said Tre'. Billie searched his pockets for the key to Mike's house that he had given Billie a long time ago. No luck. Billie jiggled Mike's doorknob but it wouldn't open. He quicky hopped Mike's short chain link fence and ran to his back door, and instantly stopped.
"Jeez, Billie you almost made me fall over, why'd you- holy fucking shit," said Tre' looking at Mike's trashed out house. Mike's sliding doors were broken all over the place. Glass and broken beer bottles were scattered throughout the entrance of his house. Billie stood there, staring at the huge mess, and slowly wandered inside. His house reeked of metal. No, it was worse, it was blood. Billie was scared to find anyone dead, especially his best friend. He naturally wandered up the stairs to Mike's bedroom. The reek of blood became even stronger, and Billie's heart pounded faster and faster. He noticed that Mike's door had violently been torn off of its hinges. This frightened Billie even more. He really didn't want to walk into Mike's room and see what might be there. He poked his head in, and there came the pain. It smacked him as if someone had just shot him. Mike was lying on the floor in a pile of his blood. Dead. Billie was speechless. He couldn't cry. He couldn't do or say anything. He felt as if someone had just torn his heart out. He yelled with anger as he fell over, running out of breath from his yelling. He started to cry. He couldn't even begin to think who might have done this. He was scared to even approach Mike when he first saw his dead body, but through his tears, Billie cuddled up with Mike's dead bloody body. And then, Billie became twice as scared. He just realized that Tre' wasnt with him. He was scared, but he didn't want to leave his dead friends side. Suddenly, Billie heard a girlish type scream coming from downstairs
"Oh God. Not Tre'".
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