Where it started

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It all started on this street. My dad was starting up the car and my mom was packing my bags. I was staying with my grandma for the summer while my parents went to New York to adopt my new little brother. It was supposed to be a surprise of what he would look like.( Les just say they made sure I didn't even see a picture of him). we got in the car and my mom buckled me up and then we were off. As a 5 year old I just wanted to play around. So my mom gave me her phone. I colored,watched videos,and even listened to music. when we pulled up to grandmas house my mom tuck me inside but I could see my dad holding his pocket and pulling something out as we backed in. I was confused on what was going on. But as a kid I really just thought that my dad was playing around. This red and white car pulled up and my mom gave me to my grandma and ran towards my dad. they talked to the people in the car and then BANG BANG. Gun shots went off and everyone was down even my grandma. But me I didn't even have a scratch I walked to
My parents and cried. The people next door called the cops and I ended up in a adoption center where no one got me. I was called the dead boy by then.😩😫

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