when i was only twelve, my mom would always hit me over the head with a baguette . it wasn't a very happy beginning to say the least. i would always get home from school, only to be hit over the head with the stale baguette. i would do my homework only to be hit over the head with the horrible mighty baguette. When i turned thirteen the next year i decided enough was enough. i went to the gun store with a knife in hand. As soon as i walked in i threw the knife at the owner. Bullseye, right between the eyes. I then continued to take the most expensive shotgun with the most expensive shells. I hid the weapon in my bag and went back to my house to wait for my mother to return. I set a chair down right in front of the door, and waited. When my mom walked into the house with baguette in hand , she saw the shotgun i brandished in my hand. I then said my final words to her "goodbye sweet mother" and then pulled the trigger. The deed was done. I then dropped to my knees and said goodbye to the cruel world. I was then introduced to the infinite void.