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Saturday.
I think it was a Saturday. I mean, give me credit here; it was summer, and how many high-schoolers keep track of menial things like the day of the week over summer vacation? None I know, at least: most have “better” things to do, and days fly by so quickly.
But even if I wasn’t sure of the date, there was one point upon which I was absolutely positive. It was a gorgeous, sunny day- you know, one of those days you see a description of in a book, or hear being reported in a place like Florida, or California. The kind that everyone knows doesn’t really exist: hot summer days overflow with bugs, sweat, and dog poop, which I have yet to hear acknowledged in any of those idealized teenage summers.
Yet if there could be a “perfect” sunny day, this had to be it. A light breeze played across my face and gently resettled my long, wavy brown hair behind my shoulders without whipping it across my face as I had become accustomed to. The sun warmed my back, but the air, rather than being muggy or dry, was light and refreshing.
Another thing people always refer to- something “too good to be true?” Well, I’ve got to disagree on this one, too. I mean, random chance triggers positive results as often as the negative. And where to draw the line- when does something go from “good,” to “too good?” It just doesn’t make sense to me. But I guess that at some level of subconscious I must acknowledge this as a possibility, because even as I tilted my face upwards to squint at the sparsely clouded baby-blue sky, I felt a faint uneasiness that I couldn’t quite place.
Then it hit me.
Literally.
I didn’t register anything beyond a faint sense of shock, like when you’re nodding agreeably as someone talks and they suddenly jump to a random, illogical conclusion, and you just keep smiling amiably for a minute before awareness kicks in and you’re like, ‘Wait, what?’
That’s how it was with me. Now in hindsight it’s crystal-clear what happened, what I should’ve done. But at the time it was just an angry voice rising above the hubbub, and I zoned it out: you hear ‘em all the time in parking lots. How was I to know that the next instant they would flip out and a handgun would materialize from beneath their bulky jacket, unusually heavy for such a warm day? That before I was even aware of the weapon, he had spewed a round of bullets into the bustling crowd of shoppers? That one would hit me in the head? Critically- guess I should be grateful for the instantaneous death, considering the possibilities. Now when I remember my death, it’s like I can see the bullets I hadn't even been conscious of. See them oozing through the air like molasses. See one bear down upon me as I remain unable to move, chained in place as the erasure of my existence bears down upon me.

that was really really good.
really descriptive without making it all seem redundant, and i like how the end seemingly comes out of nowhere with all the description of such a pleasant day suddenly shifting to such a morbid event.
it's unfortunate that this was based on someone you knew, but it's still a great piece of writing.

First of all I would like to start off by saying that I have never, NEVER been a fan of first person in stories. But this was fantastic, so much emotion. Simply wonderful.