HOW I BECAME A HERO
	He pleaded for mercy.  I showed him none, resulting in his brains splattering against the cold brick wall.  The putrid smell of spilled brains made me struggle to hold back my Mom’s spaghetti and meatballs I had eaten earlier.  But the man was stone dead, the hole in his forehead still smoking from the bullet that was just implanted in his head.         They told me it would be dirty.  They told me it would take guts.  They told me that it would be nearly impossible to join the ranks of the underground hit man club known as “The Heroes.”  But with one pull of the trigger, I had proved them wrong.  They welcomed me with open arms.  I was officially a member.  That’s how I became known as a Hero.                                                                        THE END