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The end of Alex

Alex was a boy who didn't care about school. He played in a punkband all of his freetime and their band was called All Time Low.

They didn't have any fans and their music was not not that good.

One day after school when Alex walked home to practise with the band, he saw a black van, parked in front of the house. He thought it was a bit strange. When he walked past it, the doors opened. Two huge men launged forward and knocked him down. They put a plastic bag over his head, just when he felt as he was going to past out they teared off the bag.

-Aaagh, he took a deep breath.

He started to cry.

-Please, please don't hurt me! You must be mistaken me for somebody else!

The men just looked at him, disgusted.

After a while they started to laugh.

-Hahahaa, you think we don't know who you are? Hahaha.

-No, i really don't. I haven't done anything wrong, i just..

-SILENCE! You are Alex, aren't you?

-Well.., yes! But why did you bring me here? What have i ever done to you?

-You play in All Time Low, don't you? One of the men said, with a chill when he uttered the name.

-Yes..

-Well, we hate you for it! I can't take hearing your music. Ever again!

I live next door to you and i hear when you guys practise your music, it's so aweful, i can't help myself. I want to stab myself with a fork in my ears, just to make it stop. I want to tear my head off.

-I'm sorry..i thought we were good..i guess we're not.

-Newsflash! Why do you think you have no fans? And why do you think the only ones you have are sad, pathetic little girls who just think you look good?

-Buhuuuuhuuu.

-Yeah, i know, it's hard to take, but you have to face reallity. You suck. You must never ever play music again.

-Okey, i'll do anything, i promise i won't play again!

-we're sorry, but we can't take your word for it. We can't let you go.

-Buuhuu...

-We have to put you off.

-What.., are you going to kill me??

-Yes, we have no choice. It's for the greater good!

-Okey, i understand. Buhuu. Just do it, fast please.

-Any last words?

-Buhu, i'm sorry for playing so badly, i'm sorry i have no talent at all when it comes to music. I'm sorry anyone ever had to listen to us.

BANG BANG.

And so, no one ever had to listen to such bad music again. And they all lived happily ever after. The End.