BOBBY JAMES, YOU ARE SO DAMN DUMB! - Tecno-Libro

No, Grandma, please don t kill me, please don t kill me. i m sorry. i m sorry. i won t ever get out of bed again, i promise. Please don t hurt me. i screamed louder. i was shaking badly. i couldn t get away. it had taken a few seconds before i realized she had stopped whipping me. i saw her walk toward the front of the house where someone was knocking on the front door. i followed at a safe distance, trying to see what was going on. Good evening Mrs. Christian. it was the police chief, Mr. Holland. May i come in, he asked. she opened the screen door still holding the buggy whip in her hand. Nine years later: .There s no room for you at Grandma s we have been talking about what to do with you. i don t know if anger or disappointment, unleashed a powerful e