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Chapter 15: Myliey

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MUAHAHAHAHAHA! I'm such a good fake crier. Ugh- British police though. I would get away with this so much more easily in New Zealand. Now I've missed my target with Brooke, I need to try again, this time with Brooke and Ash. Damn, I don't mind Kyron being shot, but he wasn't my initial target. I wanted Brooke dead. I still do. But now I want Ashlyn dead too, what an idiot of a Briton she is. Ugh- British people though. Hate 'em. Hate 'em all. I'd kill them all if I could.

Wow, Harold Loffy really is a good helper. I couldn't have done that without him. He set up a gun with me. He didn't commit the Koolsbelle Killers crime, according to him, but when he found 2 dead bodies in the basement, he decided that him and I would set ourselves up in a little sticky situation. At first, he thought it was too risky, but I said go ahead with it anyway. And we did. Right now, I'm about to go to sleep in a teenage juvenile detention centre. I'm going to court tomorrow and we'll see if I get charged or not. At this point though, I really don't care. I'd just need another plan to tear apart those disgusting, useless creatures I despise. I want them all dead. And as soon as possible.

I wake up, and I really couldn't care less about today. If I get arrested, I get arrested. I don't really care. As long as I can talk to Loffy before I get arrested, everything will be fine. I just need all of those vile 'things' dead. I've never liked British people. And if I'm killing 3 of them anyway, I might as well kill Kyron too. I don't really care about him. Once I'd shot him, I was genuinely in shock. I didn't think he would just suddenly jump in front of Brooke and save her life. I wish I'd shot Brooke rather than him. Kyron is a decent guy, I just don't particularly like him. I pretended to care and cry when I shot him, but honestly, I didn't care much. I intended to shoot Brooke and I should have killed them all there and then, but I wanted it to seem like an accident so I wouldn't be arrested. That's why I never turned the gun on all of them, which I should have done. There were plenty of bullets in that gun. There was a knife, also, so there were enough weapons to choose from.

A police officer yanks at my hands, which 10 seconds ago, were hanging down my side. Now they're behind me and he pushes down on the metal to handcuff me. He then grabs my arm and starts to drag me down to the police car to drive to court. I'm kinda excited, believe it or not. As long as my roommates die, I don't mind if I end up in jail. I kind of want to go to jail; when I come back they're all going to hate me for shooting Kyron, mind you, they all still think it was an accident. That means they shouldn't be too angry, right? I'll probably still live with them if I don't go to jail, they aren't that bad, I just want them dead. Something in my brain tells me that they're horrible people and that they should be dead. Another part of me though, didn't want to shoot anyone, and I didn't want to listen to Loffy's plan. Saying that, and now my thoughts have twisted, I'm not too sure if I want them dead. I don't know though.

We arrive at court and now I'm really worried. After what my thoughts were telling me before, I'm kind of regretting what I did. I need to get Harold Loffiet arrested, otherwise he'll make me do something like this again. A part of me wants to shoot people and commit crimes, but the other 90% of my brain is telling me that that's wrong, and I should stay to the side of solving crimes rather than committing them. I walk into the courtroom, handcuffed, and there is a male sitting at a large desk with a hammer in his hand. He's wearing a weird wig with curly hair and looks extremely bored, or maybe just depressed. There's a British flag in the background and off to the side are 12 people in a wooden box, all sat on benches. I'm starting to get a little worried now, this is all so intimidating. I've never been in court before so this is a rather bizarre experience. There are benches and benches of people in here, my roommates filling up some of the space- the 3 of them. There are also members of the public who just came to watch- how rude. The officer shows me where I need to sit down and wait for the trial to start. I sit down; my legs shaking and my teeth chattering. My chest feels heavy but I can breathe fine. I feel fine, just a little nervous. Well, very nervous.

Eventually, I stand up. I'm standing here now facing the old man with the wig and the hammer, waiting him to send me to jail for the next however many years of my life.

After some time and people talking about what happened, the judge is ready to make his statement.
"Myliey Marie Rossetor: because of your age and because your shooting was accidental and the victim has not died, your sentence is..."
Oh just get to the point will you, you stupid old man.

"2 months in a teenage juvenile detention centre!"
Everyone stays clapping. But is that it? 2 months? Not even in actual prison? Oh my god. Haha! Success! As soon as I get out of prison it'll be easy: kill the rest of them in one go and then at least I can go to prison being proud that I managed to kill of them. Or maybe I'll kill myself and then that's all 5 of us wiped out. I can't wait for this. It'll be exciting; being in a detention centre for 2 months, in another country! If Kyron dies from his wound, which he shouldn't do, then maybe they'll change my case to manslaughter and make the sentence longer, but from what they're saying, Kyron has a pretty good chance at survival. Ever since those 3 British idiots entered Kyron and I's home in New Zealand, they've been nothing but rude, boastful fools who think England is the best country in the world. Since coming to the UK, I've realised that it really isn't. Now, I'm not saying New Zealand is the best country in the world. I've only been to 2 countries (England and New Zealand) so how could I make a judgement on it?

I'm glad I got away with this though. Jamie, Ash and Brooke all still think it was an accident, but little do they know...

As my handcuffs are lifted off of me, I'm allowed to go and speak to my roommates. I won't see them again for 2 months and honestly, I don't really want to see them. I still hate them all. I bet they'll hate me too, especially Brooke and Ash. I attempted to shoot Brooke; nearly killed Ash's boyfriend. But then Jamie will hate me as well; I did try to shoot his girlfriend and I did shoot his best friend. Oh well. At least I won't have to see them for the next 2 months. My parents don't even know I'm here. They don't know that I just shot someone. Wow, I feel kinda bad. They're off in Colombia, so they won't know- nor care.

"Hi, um, Myliey." Ash looks me dead in the eye, as if to say: 'What did you do that for? Idiot.' I reply back, "Hi, Ash." Brooke starts to get involved in the conversation, Jamie leaning over Brooke and hugging her from behind. He didn't say a word. After only being with them for 2 minutes, the police officer pulls me away from my roommates and we get back in the car to go to the detention centre, where I'll spend the next 2 months of my life. I didn't even get to speak to the 3 of them that much, in which I'm quite glad about, really. I'm handcuffed again and now I'm sat in the car to go back to where I stayed last night, and where I'll spend the next 2 months.

"Looks like this will be my new home," I say out-loud to myself in my room, as I put my belongings down on the bed. I don't regret picking the gun up and shooting Kyron. It did look like an accident after all, I think. I look at my old, dusty clock hanging up on the wall in the corner of my room. 'This can't be too bad,' I think to myself. Slowly watching the seconds tick away, I get dressed, brush my teeth over the tiny sink in a discarded corner of my room and lay my head onto the pillow, bringing my legs over the side of my bed. There's cobwebs and everything in the corner with the sink. Yuck. It looks like this place hasn't been cleaned for about 40 years, which it probably hasn't. I tuck myself in, close my eyes and drift off...

Nope. I can't sleep. I wish I could just close my eyes and that be it, but no. I don't really know what we're doing tomorrow but my police officer, PC John Hughes, will show me, so calm down, Myliey. I'm still a little nervous though. Maybe this won't be what I expected. At least I'll get away from that lot for 2 months. I wonder if they'll go back to New Zealand and just leave me here. Maybe they'll decided to stay and wait for me. Who knows? What I do know though, is that they're all going to be dead soon. And I'm doing it within the next 6 months. I don't care anymore. Come on then, detention centre, do your worst. I dare you.

Myliey x