Board Thread:Writer's Showcase/@comment-25720719-20150308040122

It was a cold winter night around six PM and I was walking home from school in 1989. I was going to practice basket ball in hopes for getting on the team tomorrow since there were tryouts going on around noon. I was dressed in casual wear; a black short sleeved shirt and jeans for I thought of getting sweaty. I bounced the ball on the way there. The street lights shined against me, illuminating a shadow in the darkness that I didn't quite catch since my eyes weren't adjusted yet.

Once I got to the courts I bounced the ball and threw it at the hoop, obviously missing it. "God, I need to practice more if I wanna make the team," I thought. After awhile of shooting, I heard some bushes rustle but thought it was only the wind greeting me. I muttered, "I guess I'll head on home after a couple more shots." At first I didn't expect it, but I felt like someone was watching me after I had made about twenty or so baskets. I went to grab my things and walked on home for the night. As I was walking home, I felt something large hit me in the back of the head. After this, I saw no light.

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MIDNIGHT, AT THE EVANS'

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"He's home late, Jerald!"

 "Relax, Alexandra. He's probably with friends. He's older now, he'll come home."

The television screen played the news, and was announcing that sixteen year old Dereon Evans was reported dead. Jerald ran to the room followed by Alexandra. "Our son is dead!?" Alexandra screeched with tears on her face. The reporter said that it was committed by a classmate and that Dereon was left in the snow and received frostbite. Jerald held his wife and flicked the electronic off, in a deep depression.

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TWO YEARS LATER

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 A funeral was held for the dearly departed Dereon Evans and a grave was dug for his bones since that was all that was left of the teen. Eighteen year old Christopher James was at home watching Sunday football. A knock at his window sounded and once he looked over at it, there was Dereon's skull and an echoing scream of terror sounded from his mouth which filled Christopher's home. Christopher was dead in an instant from a heart attack.  