Short Story
(Based on the story of Malala Yousafzai)
As the figure of a man walked onto the tour bus I thought he was normal but when he pulled out a black pistol and pointed it strait at me I knew I was a goner. His finger shakely pulled the trigger and he fired the gun at me 12 times 3 in each hand, 2 in my stomach, and four in my legs. I slumped forward and could here the crystal of my teachers calling "Jammie, Jammie!" In a panick sort of way as my best friend Kylie griped my hand and hugged me tight.
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