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Karma was what you d call a normal teenage girl, two eyes a nose and a mouth. But she had one particular hobby that made her stand out. Her fricking luck.
One good example is that one time… « So wanna try something ? » Karma said.
« What do you want to try ? » said the boy, mostly called blue guy by his peers because of his entire person being blue like from head to toe.
« Let s try russsian roulette!! » she said enthusiasticly « …AND WHY WOULD WE TRY THAT?!!! » yelled the blue man, damn what an angry little thing :/ .
« C’mooon it sounds so fun »
« Uhhh no, do you have a brain if we that trough the end one of us DIES »
« What? Do you wanna bet one of who get shot? Personally I hope it s me like imagine it s such a badass death, don t you think? »
« FUCK no it s not »
« If you don t play with me I m doing it alone and i m recording it!! And for what would technically be my sucide not I ll say it was your fault. » she spouted before taking a gun ( God know where she got and stores that) and after taking the safety off began to spin it.
« What?! No STOP! Fine I ll do it but if I die I m haunting you » he then proceed to take the gun out of her hand and take five bullets out before giving it back to the crazy death lover girl. « Good now who do you think should start? »
It wasn t really a question because they both knew that the first person would likely be the last one standing. « Well of course buy are you sure you know how it works ? I m only saying this out of concern since you re so dumb »
« Fuck and thank you I Hope that the bullets will hit you somewhere not fatal so that you can slow-lyyy die in an agonizing death<3!!! Anyway here goes nothing. » as he pulled the trigger he was still kinda scared because the odds of him getting a little bullet joining his brain inside of his cranium were of 16,7%.
BANG<3… nothing « Holt shit I got scared for a moment… your turn. » He happily gave her the gun.
« Gladly » She took it like someone would take a newborn, like something precious. The chance of metting Micheal Jackson were now at 20%.
BANG<3!! Again nothing. She smile a creepy smile showing her shark teeth. « Second shot for blue guy!!! Are you scared? »
« Nope just pissed I m not seeing your blood on the wall behind you! »
« So mean ):< not like I care about a bluberry’s opinion!! »
Well he is kinda fucked… He now has 25% chance of being flower food. GREAT. And for the second time he took the weapon out it against his temple and for the time in their hangout base ( which really is just a basement with suspicious reddish brown stains) and loud noise rang.
BANG<3!! and this time he was almost sure he wouldn t open his eyes after firmly clenching them but here he was A-LIVE (like Ivan in delulu we trust) he shot triomphant glance to the girl but she was only smiling wider… fucking crazy bitch he tough.
« Cool now me again !!! » she snatched it and without warning shot. Like WTF who does that?!!
BANG<3 and his whole face fell… she was starring at him with veee-ryy much alive eyes… Damn is it the end? Fuck he has so many regrets like not confessing to Luka… fuck that barista he was too damn hot! A real fkng dilf like omg the things he d do to that man… grrr.. WAIT…WAIT,wait,wait and WAIT he was about to die and he was thinking about fucking a barista? Shit think anything… something philosophical ? Oh well might as well end it quick I m not even getting to heaven so fuck that and everythi-
BANG<3!!! And holy molly maybe he was fucking that barista? And fuck everybody I m alive!!?
Oh Damn well what can i say I m just girl? Wait omg the only hole left has the bullet HIHIHIHhihIHIhiiiiiiii i get to die I get to diiiieeee !!! Grab the gun and shoot aaaannd?
BANG<3!!e