'What the fuck was that!?' Yelled Salem, who'd walked out to see what all the commotion was.
Everyone dropped their weapons and looked around to see who was hurt. Lying on the floor, next to Earl, was Wolf. Blood pouring from his leg. Everyone looked around, trying to find Samuel holding the gun. But Samuel nowhere in sight. All that was to be seen; a smoking gun, lying on the ground 10 feet away from Wolf. Perhaps Samuel ran, in hopes of not getting caught. Everyone else ran. Everyone except Salem. She crouched down beside Wolf and looked at his leg.
'HELP! SOMEONE, QUICK!' She yelled, hoping a Camp Counsellor would hear. Eventually, they came, and they put Wolf on a stretcher before taking him to the nurse. They put him on a table before the nurse looked.
'What happened to the boy? Did he fall off his bike?' The nurse asked.
'No...no, he was shot,' Salem explained.
'Oh sweetie, this doesn't look to me like a bullet-wound, and I served in the Red Cross for years! Even if this is, it barely scraped his leg. A few stitches and he'll be back in no time at all,' the Nurse promised Salem. Wolf had blacked out.
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Wolf | Tyler, The Creator
Teen FictionBased on albums by Tyler, the Creator Following the death of his Grandmother, Wolf is sent to Camp Flog Gnaw. Bikes, Girls, Fights, Lakes, Parties, Cars, Drugs...everything a summer camp needs...
