~~~~~~ July Woods POV~~~~~
Damn I have never ran that fast in my life. "I smell bullshit something is not right" I say out loud talking to no one but then out of the sudden I'm in room and everything is dark a projector comes on wtf is going on it begins to play a clip...A clip I know all to well "HOW IN THE FUCK DID YOU GET THAT FOOTAGE" I yell at the screen tears at the brim of my eyes begging to be released. It was the footage of the crash it played over and over and over again showing me every single detail of my fathers death his face..the blood...and most importantly... his fearful face.. all he cared about was me but..the main question is....why?...

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Srry it's really short their is some personal things going on and I just feel like shit fuck rn anyways bye bye my chimichangas~