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PainKiller
04-18-2006, 12:53 AM
The Typist

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Inside the shack at the end of the street lived the Costani family. They were Italian American and weren't exactly what you would call rich. Infact as of then they were stricken with poverty. Ever since his fathers business was shut down and his mother had gotten pregant with a little baby girl they had virtualy nothing. Their son Jonnie was a sensational writer. he was in my class and I remember him well. He was always shy and liked to keep to himself, unless he was extremly comfortable with someone. His stories were always so vivid and beautiful but hard to read. He had horrible chicken scratch and no computer or anything. Thats why every one of his stories had to be down graded to C's or C+'s. But at his 15th birthday he recived something that would change his life forever.

"Wow what a great birthday," he said half heartidly.

"Well you still have 1 present left," his father said and gestured to under the table.

The present was in a box and wrapped in a brown paper bag. It was heavy as Jonnie lifted it from the floor. Carfully he tore a corner of the paper. Then another corner. Soon the paper was flying everywhere. Then, it emerdged. On the box it read Model 5044 Type Writer.

"Thanks mom and dad! Now I can actually write great stories!" he shouted with spirit and glee in his voice.

Little did Jonnie know, this would change his lfe, permenenlty......

PainKiller
04-19-2006, 03:13 AM
Chapter 1- Death Wish

End of birthday week

A bang shook the small shack on the end of the street as a trigger was pulled. Jonnie lay dead on the tile floor in his room. With music bairng and his door locked. His dad was still at work and his mom was running errands. They were in for a big suprise when they returned home.

"Jonnie, honey I'm home," his mother shouted. No reply

"Jonnie, are you home?" she asked as she went up the stairs. No reply

She went to the door and knocked No reply The then pulled out a bobbi pin and unlocked the door. A horrid scream was let out as she found her son lay dead on the floor. On the typwriter was a written not. It read:

To all my family and all my friends, thank you for everything. I will always love you. I'm sorr/
/
/ Jonnie

His mom rushed to the phone to call her husband. She cried and cried. You could hear it at my house. Later that day an ambulance came to pick him up. He had shot himslef in the mouth with a 44. Magnum. Died instantly. His funereal was 2 weeks later. They had an open casket. I was invited and I went and mourned with his family. But, little did anyone know that there was a reason for this except me. But I had promised not to tell a soul. It was something...he had to do in order to save all of us, and himself.

NOTE The chapters will get longer, this was just for the backgound.