My mother is always telling me not to do stupid things. Of course, being the stupid teenage boy that I am, I don't listen.
Then, when I get myself thrown into jail, Mom is always there to bail me out, telling me "I told you so" in that annoying, high pitched voice she uses when she knows that I'm wrong.
Right now, I'm stuck in a cell, at the police station, with my best friends sister.
My mom is outside, having a chat with the officer, but I highly doubt that she can bail me out of my problems this time.
Nor do I ever think she will be again... Because I did something bad.
And that something will effect a lot of innocent people given time.
The irony of the situation is that this time... It isn't even my fault.
But no one will ever know that. And it made sure of that. If I ever see it again, I will wrap my big hands around it's neck, and squeeze.
Squeeze until it isn't able to fight back, and in my hands, a corpse. It won't see me coming. And that's the best part of it. It will NEVER see me coming.
Because it thinks that I am already dead.
However, I will never be able to die, unless somebody intentionally kills me.
And in about a year and five days from now, the world will crumble, and every person on this earth, will be no longer.
All because of it, myself, and my best friends sister.
So not to confuse you, let me start from the beginning.
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Rogue
Teen FictionIf I ever see it again, I will wrap my big hands around it's neck... And squeeze. Squeeze until it isn't able to fight back, and in my hands, a corpse. ★★★★ He was your typical bad boy. He got in trouble with the police on a daily basis, and he h...
