Excerpt from "Short Stories"

The bullets hitting the ground like a million drops of rain, echo through the clearing.

As I lay there dying, my life flashes before my eyes.

The pink sunsets, the waves crashing on the rocks, me graduating from "West Point Military Academy", my first uniform, the gun I always carried, Private Smith arriving, seeing him graduate. In a flash, it's all over and the last thing I hear is,"Colonel! No! You'll be alright! Hang on!". Private Smith's voice.

I'm not alright and I know it.

After grieving, he'll wander into my room, and open my trunk, where he'll find a letter addressed to him and stating, "'If you're reading this, I'm most likely dead. Private, before I died, I was going to promote you to Lieutenant. Do not mourn, move on, find a wife. Sincerely, Colonel Jefferson Davis."'

Hey little bookworms!!!

I know this isn't how Jefferson Davis died but oh well. I did my National History Day (NHD) project on him. Or what his 'title' per say, was....oh well!

Love Reyna <3