The Role Of Drama

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So, one day, good old Mickey went to buy some groceries that his mom asked him to buy. Mickey put his blue cap on, grabbed the keys and backpack, and off he went to the general store. It was a beautiful day, the sun was high, it was neither too warm or too chill, the birds were singing, and the streets calm and easy. Mickey arrived at the store and bought the groceries, then he went back home and his mother cooked waffles for him, which he loved.

The End.

Amazing wasn’t it? Hahaha, ok, I know, I know it was boring I was just playing. Do you want to hear the real story?

OK! When Mickey arrived to the store, he encountered the idiot Collin Sanchez outside the general store with his friends having a peanut butter sandwich. The last time he had seen Collin he had grabbed his head and submerged it in a toilet still with feces on it, and there he was, the asshole, enjoying himself with his friends. Mickey didn’t want to go in, who knows what that psycho would do now. So he waited until they finished and they left to the park nearby. He needed to be really careful now, so he went on to the store to buy the stuff as quickly as possible and get back home. He finished buying his mom’s stuff and began heading back to his house. He crossed the street and when he made a turn in the corner, there he was, fucking Collin…