Complete the short story/flash fiction, that has the following first paragraph:
The bullet ricocheted off the metal clad siding sending a shower of tiny slivers of stainless steel towards my face. I closed my eyes to avoid any metallic dust, crouched even closer to the ground and took two steps to my left. When I opened my eyes the perspective had changed, but the scene remained the same. I guess that was true of most of my life. I kept changing perspective, but the world remained the same. Nothing changed while I moved. Nothing changed while I sat back and passively watched the world continue on around me. Nothing changed while I watched as my sister was murdered. Well, the time for watching was over. It was time to be the change.
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