Which One Will You Pick?

CHAPTER 1

The day when I thought was perfect.                                                                                                                         

This happened...

That happened...

I happened...

And this all started on one freaking Monday.

I knew it was cursed.

Mondays are always cursed.

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" What a beautiful day this is! "

I jumped out of bed with a big smile on my face. I started to go down the stairs to make some breakfast. 

um, the time is..... 4 am.....
whatever..... the sooner, the better

I looked at the calendar and it's...

MONDAY!

no wonder i woke up so early.....    why is this day cursed and all.....

I made my breakfast and took a bath with my favorite shampoo and matching lotion.

" Okay, what to wear... "

 My closet looks like junk right now. If you can see it closed, it's like its about to explode. 

" I seriously have to clean this up on Sunday, which I will forget to note every day. "

I took out good-looking jeans, a white tee with a mustache on it and high-cut black vans. I looked in the mirror and looked really, fine. Yeah, just fine. I brush out my hair and air-drying it. After that, I loosely braided it to look kind of refreshed. I pop out my bangs and I'm ready to go!

I go down the stairs and grabbed my breakfast and my wallet, ready to go.

oops, forgot the keys genius...

 I went back inside, grabbed my keys and went out the door like a free man.

Just kidding though

I walked down the pathways of the UK, the air fresh and clean. Also a boy walking down the street.

wait, what?

I checked out the boy again. He is walking without anyone to guide him.

If I would to describe him:
-around 4 yrs. old
-of course, small in height
-and he's crying

I walked past the other citizens and I stepped several feet along the way. I'm almost there at the other side of the road, until I fell, that is.

i'm such a clutz. and i personally hate it.

I get up on my knees and start running again. The street was wide and the boy's feet are small.

i could reach him if i could just, let all these people let me pass through!

Once I saw the little boy on the road, I stopped and called out to the boy.

" Little boy! RUN! " I said.

The little boy was shocked and looked at the road behind him, there was a massive truck.

are you freaking serious?!

I ran to the boy and grabbed him before he even got touched by that truck.

But let me tell you something.

Something was hit.

His knee...

His head...

Or his body?

oh wait...

I think it's a someone.

I shifted into a position so that I will be comfortable.

Now I know....

I was hit

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          * I'm sorry it was short. This is my new story, that's why. Hope you enjoy! *