5 bullets to her bag of bones

       Bullet one, baffled between the hands of a boy, he did not know her very well but he still took his flintlock and shot her knee, purposely
She screamed and begged him to stop! But this this boy did not give heed to her words.
     
     He looked over to the clock while she yelled “please stop! Don’t take away my life, I really do not want to die”

         He did not hear her out.

 Bullet two, he put the flintlock down And picked up a rifle. He shook and shook, his mind set telling him not to pull the trigger on this poor nigger.

     This suffering, underprivileged, needy, meager, low, pinched girl.

     This girl who could do nothing more but hurl every time this boy put a bullet into her causing so much affliction.

     Bullet three is a miracle and a mystery
Cause you see, the boy, he missed and when he knew that he missed he was so fuckin pissed.
   
 The girl for she knew that God was on her side and so she smiled and knew that she was blessed for he had missed and she said to herself with her head held high," god did this, god did this “
     
   But seconds later reality hit her!
The boy still had two bullets left......
 
   Bullet four was brutal, the boy walked over to the poor black girl and said,”sorry. I had to do it" he held the rifle out in his extended arm to her head, like the trunk of an elephant, he slowly pulled the trigger but stopped half way letting a tear escape from his blue icy cold eyes.

   She saw and said “No please, no” but he pulled the trigger anyway! The bullet flew into her cranium flawlessly....the girl fell back and down hard, blood rushed out and within seconds later there stood a big puddle of blood around her.

     He saw the fear in her eyes.

   Bullet five, well this bullet was named suicide, I wouldn’t be surprised because from the beginning I saw it in his eyes!

             4 bullets to her bag of bones
             1 to the boys lost pride.