• That night I went down to the bar for a drink, but little did I know what was happening. As I came upon the door I could here yelling and screaming, it wasn't happy screaming it was more of a scared scream as if someone had been murdered. I entered and the site I saw wasn't pleasant, a German shepherd layed dead on the wooden hard cold floor, next to it was James Miller the person I mentioned before was holding a gun down at the dog, I heard whispering in the background I managed to make out a whisper saying "he killed that dog" I couldn't believe what I was hearing, could he of done that though. James came across as a kind peaceful person but could he be the opposite?
    "James did you do this?" I asked nervously
    He then pointed the gun towards my head, just then the owner of the bar cried out
    "NO GUNS IN HERE, SHOO OUT NOW"
    James was shoved out and the owner apologied, so I carried on with my night.