"Dan bury him..it wasn't our fault" Is what my friend said,about a minute ago.We had made a "mistake" and killed Jonny Knocker Blue,my next door neighbor's son.We had just threw rocks at him,and said things to him.He was one of the losers,of sixth grade.By now,I was running home from the cemetery,going home to get the horrid image out of my head.When I got to the door,there was a single note by the doorbell."I know the truth..." I knocked on the door,and my mom answered."Welcome home,honey!" I rushed up the stairs to my room,and went to my computer.I typed in,"Murder" The only topic that came up was,Jonny Knocker Blue.I got out the chair,and went to the nearest wall.My room door closed,and my window opened."Jonny Knocker Blue." A voice started to chant.I tried to open my room door,but it was locked."Mom!" I yelled,she didn't come.I looked outside the window,and Jonny had stood at the bottom."She's already here..." It all stopped.But then,I started to feel the pain of a thousand rocks.I noticed than,I too,was dead.