"With the clip out, nothing can happen." To demonstrate, Julie put the barrel of the gun to Debbie's forehead and pulled the trigger, forgetting about the round she had chambered when she first brought the weapon home. She even made a fake firing sound with her lips, "bluuaaaghhh", but the actual report of the pistol drowned her out. The forgotten round exploded through Debbie's brain and busted out the back of her skull.
Julie's friend fell back on the bed where she had been sitting, her big brown eyes staring up at nothing, her bushy eyebrows arched in surprise. "Oh shit," Julie cried. "Oh shit, Debbie!" She sat down next to Debbie and gently shook her shoulders, "Debbie, no!" She slapped lightly on her dead friend's soft cheeks, but Debbie didn't respond. "No, this can't be happening." Her mind was racing. Had she just murdered her buddy? Was she going to spend the rest of her life in prison? Or worse, death row?
She heard a commotion from the hallway, and Debbie's father called out for her. "Fuck," she murmured. What was she going to tell Mr. Garza? She had to think fast. What she did next would greatly alter the course of her life.
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