My friend... the murderer

The other side of the road

was driving down the street with my friend Harry. We had the most wonderful walk down Central Park in New York. The sky was blue and the weather was just perfect. Not too cold but not too hot. Unfortunately being famous comes with paparazzi constantly following you around. I hate that. Every time I step out of my house there is a new article with me on the headline. Anyways I've gotten used to it and I know how to deal with the insane totally bizarre stories that are made up about me. We got in his car and started driving down the street to hangout back at my nyc apartment to get away from paparazzi. Woah! I say, watch out harry! As we merge out of our lane and almost get hit by a big Mack truck. "That was a close one,'' he says. I know Harry isn't that great of a driver because his bumper on his car is completely banged up from an accident he got into last week. My heart is pounding. I do not trust his driving abilities and I start to doubt that I will make it home alive. What about all my fans? I just started writing a new album called 1989! He tells me that I seem anxious but I don't know if I should tell him the truth. Will he get offended if I tell him I'm scared of his driving? Should I be honest? I decide to tell him. "Harry I don't trust your driving, do you mind going a bit slower?" I say. "Sorry he says while turning to me I'm used to driving on the other side of the road in Eng—" BANG!! "What was that!" I scream. "I don't know!" "Stop the car" I scream back at him. He pulls the car over to the side of the road. I frantically run as fast as I can to see what we hit. Oh my lord!! What the heck Harry!! "Did you not see him crossing the road?" I say to Harry. "No I was to busy talking to you to see someone drastically jump in front of the car!'' he argues. I go over to see if the man is alive. There's no sign of breathing. I'm about to releases a new album I can't be charged with murder I say to myself. "This is bad," I say. There's blood all over the road and thank goodness no one else has a past by yet. I can' stand looking at the dead body laying on the ground in front of me. "Look in his pockets to see if he has any ids" I tell harry. "Why me!" Harry says. "You're the one who hit him!" I shout back. My sunny beautiful day has turned into a disaster. We gotta get away, says Harry. "Harry we can't just leave him here" "WE GOTTA GET AWAY!" Go get the getaway car! He shouts back to me. "Okay, Okay!" I exclaimed while walking in a rush. He isn't telling me anything. I pull the car up closer to the dead body lying in the sun on the pavement. "Open the Trunk," Harry tells me. I want to disappear. I can't believe we just killed someone. He carries the body over and slams it down in the trunk of his car. I sure hope no one sees. Harry slams the trunk door down. I shutter. "Are you insane!" I tell him. "I can't deal with a murder on my hands" he tells me. "We both can't" I have no choice but to go along with it. No one will ever know I think to myself. "What are we going to do with the body?" I ask him. "I know a spot." I start to think about the man we just killed. I just ended someone's life. I feel horrible. I'm an awful person and it's all Harry's fault. I decide not to take it out on him though. If he gets in trouble I get in trouble too. After driving for 30 minutes we pull a stop. "Where are we going?" I ask him. "Well we can't just leave the body in the car, we have to do something with it," he tells me. I have a feeling that my best friend has committed a murder before. Why is he so calm about this? He opens the trunk and carries the body. We walk up a dirt path. I'm still shaking. We reach the end. I've never been so high up before. "Remember we can't tell anyone about this,'' he says, or we're done." The view is so pretty I almost forget the awful thing laying on my shoulders. Harry throws the body off the cliff. "I'm sorry," he says as the body bag slowly drops off of the cliff. I start to cry. I can't handle this.