LuMikkel

Standing on the road outside my old school, a man stood with a gun pointed to my face. I had friends around me, trying to discourage the man from shooting me. The man tried to keep his self-control, but had to take his rage out on something. He fired two bullets off into the dog by my friend's feet. The friend sunk to her knees to catch the dog before it hit the ground, and started wailing. The man ran off and I swore to take revenge. Next thing I know, I'm stalking him down the street. The man crosses a crosswalk and we end up inside a building formed like a long hallway, but split up in rooms. I catch up to the man and put the gun in his mouth. As I'm about to pull the trigger however, I realize there are a lot of people looking at us. I take the gun out of his mouth and drag him along to find a room rid of people. We pass a group of people who were waiting for something and therefore staring at us. They seemed a year or two younger than me. We get into a room that looks like a theater. I point my gun to his face, ready to blow his head off. A girl behind me grabs my leg with what I can only explain as two long bamboo sticks. Imagine taking a scissor again paper, turning the scissor sideways and trying to cut. It doesn't cut through the paper - it bends the paper. That's what happened to my leg. The girl said that the man was her cousin, and told me to drop the gun. That scissor thing was uncomfortable as hell, so I did what she said. I left the room in shame. A pretty cute-looking blonde girl with freckles from the group of waiting people called me and stroke up a conversation with me. I went over and sat next to her to talk. I noticed a lot of plastic cups and a jug of water on the table in front of us, so I leaned in to grab a cup. I put it down to the table to allow for pouring water in it, but turns out there was water in it, which splashed up everywhere. I burst out laughing when she yelled the Danish equivalent of "you dick!" Still laughing I responded "that was not on purpose."