In a library full of books, one stood out, it was like a neon glow in the dark. “Read it!” My friends blabbed. “I won’t know the language.” I said as I blew raspberry. “De’ saam kajam” I’d read “X marks the spot” my friend Tessa M. would say “I know it?!” We would all stare at the X on the map. “Sal ja’ff Tam Marcelo” I would read again “Tam Marcelo is my grandfather! He has been missing for years” Tessa M. would yell confidently “Fe ta’am ema falo” i would read again “You must kill Kacys father” Tessa M. would croak… A few months later we headed towards my fathers house, as I held the pistol and pointed it at my father pleasure danced with pain. I knew he was a bad person, he left me and my mom. I handed the pistol to Kaylen, a friend of mine. I closed my eyes as I heard the sound of the bullet. As I opened my eyes, all I saw was red.