“Hello welcome to your local news channel! Today is another bright sunny saturday with clear skies. No reports about the war, let's just hope our army is doing our country, Abrya proud. The ECFA have created a fantasy like reality by making a real life dragon. Also the ECFA has created so many animals that it's like a fantasy tale ripped right from the page. Well that's it for now see you after this commercial.”

I walk away from the television. I reach into my pocket and grab a piece of gum. The sidewalk is small and cracked. The once smooth pavement on the road is also cracked. The white and yellow lines are drained of color. The grass surrounding the tall building next to me is long and is in need of a haircut.

The sun shines brightly against my head as the wind dances with the falling leafs. The blue sky covers my head like an umbrella from space.

“SHUT UP! Now give me the money!”

“Aauuuhhh.”

“I SAID BE QUIET!”

“Aauuhhh.”

“PPPCCHHUUUU!”

The woman at the counter falls over and is surrounded by a pool of red. Everyone is screaming, including little children with giant bloodshot eyes. The man is shaking while holding a gun with blood stained on his boots and jeans. He reaches over and grabs the money.

“STOP HIM!”

I hear a crackle of a bullet being shot from behind me. The man who robbed the store falls over dropping the money in the sea of blood.

“FUCK! OWW!”

He reaches his gun and aims at the cop behind me. His hand shakes back and forth.

“PPCCHUU!”

Immense pain runs through my lower left foot. I could of ran away instead of standing there watching, but no I just had to watch. My vision get blurry, I can see a little girl crying and leaning over the dead old woman.

“Sorry I didn’t hel-”

*

“Welcome back! Yesterday shortly after we ended our broadcast a convenience store was robbed. The perpetrator Shishido Shusuke was a crack addict and needed money. Goya Ririko was an elderly woman that was working yesterday and was killed. Etzor Uvvia 16 years old was shot in the left foot. He is fine and will be walking by next week. See you guys next time!”

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“Hey Iris, that's crazy right!”

“Yea I guess, it's amazing we have the technology to fix him up that fast.”

“No i'm talking about how that silver-haired and the golden eyes kid got shot.”

“What about the old lady.”

“Yea, but we can relate more because he is our age.”

“I guess you're right.”

“So going to change your hair color soon?”

“Maka I told you I have never dyed my hair.”

“I know it's just so funny how that one kid thought your brunette hair was originally pink.”

“That was in back in 1st grade I mean we are 17 years old now.”

“True.”

“Also Maka he thought your hair was orange originally.”

“It’s was so weird, cause my hair is black.”

I look across the street and see a friendly face

“Hey Maka there is Arima. Go say hi.”

“Why?”

“You face is pitch red Maka, everyone in school knows you like him, but him.”

“Pfpt! I don’t like him.”

“Just go and talk to him Maka.”

“Hey let's go home I’m hungry.”

“Perfect I’ll go ask if he wants to eat with us!”

“Iris you better not.”

I started to run over to Arima.

“Hey Arima, Maka wants to eat lunch want to come with, were buying!”

“Sure, but let me pay for at least half.”

“Okay because we don’t have any money.”

“Of course.”

We started walking to the nearest restaurant.

“Guys look.” said Maka.

The store that was robbed the other day is closed and cops with caution tape are around it. I opened the door to the restaurant close and look at my phone like I got a message.

“Sorry guys I gotta go please enjoy your meal.”

“Iris!”

“It's okay Maka, she looked like she is in a hurry.”

“Okay Arima.”