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This was one of my earlier short stories, but it won an award at my school so I hope you like it. Feedback is appreciated.

I walked slowly down the long hallway thinking about how I had gotten myself into this situation. I had never done anything wrong in my life before that night. I was never in any gangs. I never stole or did drugs; and I certainly never killed anyone before. I was just the goody two shoes guy trying to make a living and work my way through school.
My mind still has trouble replaying what happened. One minute I was John Stevens a nineteen year old college student, and the next I’m a felon. That’s all I know outside of what people told me. The cop’s story both shocked me and filled me with curiosity. According to police, Friday night I was at a party with some friends form school. Around midnight I had had a little too much to drink and tried to pick a few fights. Needless to say, they kicked me out. Then, still very drunk and very angry I got into someone’s car and slammed through the side window of the house. I hit three people. The first two were fine, but the last one wasn’t so lucky.
He was the quarterback of the football team. He was only a sophomore, but he already had more NFL offers than he could count. He had a great life ahead of him and I took it all away. We continued down the hallway until I was stopped in front of a prison cell. The sign above the door read 4-A.
The door slid open and my handcuffs were removed. I was thrown onto my bed which appeared to be made out of a few springs and a couch from the seventies. I don’t know whether I fell asleep or passed out, but I had a very strange dream. I was in a very dim room; everything seemed to be swirling around and fading in and out. There was a hazy outline of a person in the distance. The only things I could make out about him were that he was a man and that he was about as tall as me. I assumed it was the man I killed because when I looked at him I got a horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach. I awoke to cell doors sliding open.
It was time for my court case. The case was pretty much hopeless for me. I lived in a small town and had killed someone whom everyone knew and had fond memories of. I’m not even sure if the lawyer was on my side. They decided unanimously to give me the chair.
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As they were preparing Ol’ Sparky for his first use in a long time, I was returned to my cell. When I finally got to sleep, I found myself having the same dream I had the other night. This time it was much clearer though. I could see that the man was not the same man I killed.
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I felt the guards pick me up and begin to strap me into the chair. However, the dream continued. The man in the dream slowly walked towards me. There was something behind him I couldn’t quite make out. As he got closer and closer I realized that it was the body of the quarterback. His eyes, although lifeless and cold, seemed to widen in terror at the man walking towards me.
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I still could not see the man’s face, but I did notice his clothes. He was wearing our college football uniform. The number 41 was printed on the front of his jersey. I still could not see the man’s face, and I knew who number forty-one was, but I just couldn’t place him.
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Finally his face came into view. Although I still couldn’t put a name with his face, I knew who he was. He was the running back for the team. He was also the quarterback’s best friend. Suddenly I remembered what had happened that night at the party.
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I had gotten drunk at the party; I never did drink much, so when I did it didn’t take a lot. I stumbled outside in a stupor. I was just in time to see exactly what number forty-one saw. The quarterback was al over his very intoxicated girlfriend. He revved the engine and in a flash mowed both of them down. Shocked at what he had done, he knocked me out and placed me in the driver’s seat. When the police arrived, they didn’t even know he was at the party. That’s it! I figured it out! Now I just have to convince them before they pull the sw…
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Costco? I dun see nothing about costco around here, but Okay. I liked your story quite a bit. I feel terrible for the poor electrified kid though. ^^ Very good.