Faking It

Grant Muir
Faking It
About two summers ago before football practice a bunch of friends and I decided to hang out at my friend Tom’s grandfathers house. As we watched TV and ate food our friend Nate decided to mess around with the pellet gun for a while. Running through the house trying to get away from Nate My friend David ran upstairs and locked himself in a room. After a while, Nate kicked the door open and shot David in the spleen as he was running out. The blood was all over the floor and everyone was laughing because it was hilarious. After a few minutes David started complaining about how his shoulder hurt so we all had to pile in a car and drive to the hospital.
Later that day at football practice we had not heard from David until the police came to the school and had my friends and I go down to the station and submit to questioning. The police had told us David was facing surgery and was going to die. All of our eyes grew large like full moons. Arriving at the police station we were all subjected to a different room with a different officer asking us questions. When the officer asked me what had happened I just said, “Umm ya, we were outside shooting squirrels and a pellet reflected off a tree and hit David”. Obviously I was lying because I did not want to get my friend in trouble, so I refused to answer anymore questions and left the station.
Later that night some buddies and I went to the intensive care unit to visit David because we thought he was going to die. Entering the room David was watching television in a robe. It turned out that the police had actually lied to us because David was not going to die. The pellet was near his spleen but did not do any internal damage. David told us he was going to be fine, and he just had to stay in the hospital overnight so the doctors could make sure the pellet did not move anywhere else. Today David is alive and we still beat on him and laugh about what happened. (yes I know its horrible but nobody will see it the way we did)