What if I told you that I actually killed myself? No No… I’m definitely sure that I didn’t kill myself. Maybe I should give you a little more background on myself. I am 15 years old, or I was… I’m not really sure right now. I live/lived in a small two-bedroom house with my step-father Red and my mother Rose. My name is Jamie. There is not a whole lot I can tell you about me… Maybe I should just tell you about the day before my murder. I was sitting in Michael’s Donut Shop munching on a cinnamon roll. The owner Mister knew that I was dirt poor so he let me have some food every once in a while.
“Eat more. You’re as skinny as a stick.” I smiled at him while accepting another cinnamon roll. Here’s something you should know about me. I don’t talk. I haven’t since I was found in the shed. Everyone knows I don’t and no one expects me too. I don’t have friends because I don’t talk. I just walk around town and get sympathy food and gifts off of people. Everyone knows who I am and everyone feels bad for me. Well, not everyone. Mister’s son doesn’t feel bad for me. He calls me street rat when Mister isn’t around. If I were to suspect anyone in my death it would the Mister’s son.
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Behind the Closed Curtains
Mystery / ThrillerPeople say that you can never know what goes on behind closed doors. Maybe they shouldn't have paid so much attention to the door and looked more at the curtains. They should examine every stitch, and every color. You can tell a lot about a person b...
