Andrew

Andrew is a sixteen year old boy he handles a gun like it is a toy.he was up in his room putting on his shoes his moter was in the kitchen lisoning to the news.on his way to the door he stopped to say see you in a while then he gave his mom a half a smile.he never leaves the house without his gun or his knife .but today he did and someone took his life .when his mother got that dreadful call she let go of the phone and let it fall. at his funeral she stood up and said i stand here today because my son andrew is dead he was shot because he wore the color red.so please dont wear the colors red or blue or the next one to die could be you.the she lowered her head and started to cry .as she heard someone yell outr Andrew why did you have to die why andrew why