Christopher Young: A Short Story

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"Mommy!" I screamed as I watch the criminals gun down my mother. In the year 1995, at the age of 10, I watched my mother get peppered with bullets. I looked at her lifeless body and I was filled with sadness and anger. I literally cried myself out after the shooting. I regret not doing a single thing. But if I didn't hide in the closet, I wouldn't be where I am today. Good day! My name is Christopher Young. I prefer the name Chris instead of Christopher. About 11 years ago, I lost my mother. Going through my teenage years without a mom was pretty tough. At school, I would get bullied and I didn't do anything. I just let them beat me up. I didn't have anyone to take care of me, and love me. After my mother was murdered, I moved in with my
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