I went downstairs and saw my mom and sister sitting down to talking.
                              "Hey mom. Hey sis." They looked at me like I was crazy.
                              "What is wrong with you? Why do you have blood on you? I guess dad roughed you up a bit huh." 
                              "No. More like I roughed him up!" I laughed.
                              I started walking toward them and grabbed a knife from the kitchen. First, mom because she gave birth to me and still didn't love me. Next, sis because she was never there for me... 
                              First I went behind my mom and put the knife to her neck.
                              "Any last words, mother?"
                              "I-I d-did love you?" She said it as a question. I hate it. I quickly slit her throat.
                              Next I went to my sister who was shaking like crazy. I went behind her and cut a bit of it off.
                              "Such a shame... you were so pretty... but you won't be in a couple of seconds. Any last words, sister?" 
                              "Why me?" Did this bit*h really just ask that? 
                              "Maybe it's because you never accepted me. Maybe it's because you bullied me. The world will never know." I said as I pulled the rest of her non-Cut hair down so she would look at me.
                              I got the knife and cut her perfect little nose off. Then cut her eyes out. Then slit her throat.
                              After I was done some of my gang hopped through the door. I turned around and smiled at them.
                              "Sorry. I didn't actually need my gun..." I told George. "Can someone clean this up please?" 
                              Some people nodded and got to work.
                              Well, world, here comes a new me.
                                      
                                          
                                   
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The nerd is a gangleader?!
General FictionMy name is Avery, and I am a gangleader. I know it sound silly but I am. Read to find out why and how. I'm only 13 so please don't make any rude comments.
 
                                               
                                                  