The day my life ended was June 3, 1994. I had just turned 16 the spring before. My life was average for a sixteen year old girl. I hung out with my friends and boyfriend, loved going to the mall and loved sleeping in late.
On June 3,1994 my friends and I decided to sneak out and go to the beach. It was something that we did very often, sneaking out, going to random places in the middle of the night.
Of course today would be the day that everything bad could ever happen. I never meant to kill him it all just sort of happened. By him I mean my boyfriend Tyler Jones.
We've had sex before, but it was still something I was trying to get used too. Tyler has had sex many times before me. He really enjoys it and trys to have his way with me when I really don't want it. Who would have thought I would kill him because of sex.
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