Trayvon Bambee Martin skipped merrily down the street, occasionally eating the skittles he was given as a gift for saving a seventy year old woman from being hit by a bus.
All in all, an average day it had been.
One George 'White Pride World Wide' Zimmerman was intent on ending. The infamous white nationalist was anxious, he hadn't killed an innocent nigger in weeks!
He was intent on fixing that, and it seemed he just found a new target, for across the street from him an 18 16 5 year old black child frolicked without a care in the world, birds flying around him chirping a tune of beauty.
Un-holstering his Desert Eagle he affectionately named 'Bleach' after his favorite anime and soft drink, he marched towards the child with the look of a killer.
"DO IT!" Coaxed the spirit of Ben 'If Its Brown Flush It Down' Garrison, and so George 'Panic! At the Welfare Line' Zimmerman aimed his gun, firing at the literal toddler.
Time slowed down as the bullets pierced his flesh, each bullet sending a jolt of pain through out Trayvon's body. Zimmerman shot, reloaded, and shot again several times, peppering Trayvon with bullet holes.
As George looked down at Trayvon's body, the black youth said simply and weakly, "Why....." Before he passed on.
The police arrived shortly, but since they were all racists, they helped George 'Kill any Brown in a Gown' Zimmerman fake convincing head injuries.
And so the life of Trayvon slipped away.
Or so he thought.