Bam. Gunshot went off.
Bam. Another one.
Bam. Third one went off.
Wedger, a 15 year old boy who has a blue shirt, jeans, black hair which always stays down, peered out from his bedroom door and as his little brother, Decker, a 10 year old boy who wears a Mario T-shirt, jeans,and black short hair.
"Decker! I told you not to play with my M1911!" Cried Wedger as he took the gun away from him.
Decker smiled. "You know I'm just testing my accuracy, do you?" He asked, taking the gun back and aimed at a target.
Wedger sighed as he started to walk back upstairs. "Just because mom and dad are dead doesn't mean you can't do whatever you want. Bes