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I guess thousands of people come here with their tragical stories just to get others to read their inventions. I wish i was one of them. I’m just Laura. 17. Was simply starring at my garden. All the green, the bees, the silence. The silence. THE SILENCE. When suddenly BANG. Just one, clear, perfect gun shot. I closed my eyes and listened to my heart beat crazily. I didn’t want to do this, but i knew what had happened, and i knew nobody else was going to do it. I took my cell phone and walked down the garden to the sidewalk, crossed the street, crossed my neighbor’s garden, and knocked on her door. Without even waiting for a reply, i was about to try to open it, when i felt something sticky under my shoe. It was a tiny little line of blood that after i stood somewhere else, went down the sidewalk and fell in the gutter, where it mixed with all the trash and gasoline spread in the street. I dialed 911.