The crime Masterminds.

Hatred

Have you ever felt so strongly of someone to the point you'd like to bash their head against a brick wall mutiple times? Maybe you have, I'm not one to judge. But, their are four boys who one of them felt the need to express this anger.

Many young boys spend their time talking, playing video games, but some of them don't have interest in that stereotype. Some of them like, maybe. Commiting murder.

It had started on a miserable dry heated day. No one likes those days, unless your some sweaty kid near by the beach. Though, living in California means that these days aren't rare. Being in such a dry humid area that sadly isn't Florida means that when there is rain, it's because the clouds started melting. And that my friend is just nature being nice.

Even though earth was being a bitch and making everything so humid and dry, everyone was still having a good time. Dispite sweating enough to fill a whole tub. Four boys were hanging out on a bench at one of their favorite parks. Jacob Fillings park, it's a dumb name. But thats why they liked it. The best part about it is that it was just built a year ago so the play area wasn't old and rusty. And instead it was still nice and new, because no one really went there. On really hot days though the park becomes filled with tourists, they only come because their idols say it's a hot spot for good selfies... They were lying.

As the boys were talking loudly to tune out everyone else who was practically screaming. Robert had his head down on the dirty table, filled with ants. "Rob, your hair has a bit of.. Bugs?" Ashton warned and Robert sighed heavily. Jamie picked some of the ants out of Robs dark brown hair. Murt was just standing, he hates bugs and if he touches one hell will rain.

"Who the hell is that?" Murt yelled, making sure the person watching them knew Murt was aware of them watching the boys. Robert looked up, while Jamie was disembling the poor ants body parts. "What do you mean? No one is there." Robert lifted his thin eyebrow. Murt looked confused but shook it off.

Jamie poked Ashton as he put down the dead body of the disembled ant. "What were you thinkin' about now?" Jamie asked Ashton as he put his hands in his pockets. "Nothing, I guess I just zoned out again.." "Dude, you seriously need to go to a docter and ask them about you having ADHD." Robert scolded. Ashton just shrugged and looked over to his bike. "Race me back home?" He challenged running towards his bicycle.

They all were riding towards Murt as he ended up coming in first place. "What the hell! I even gave myself a head start and you still won?" Ashton started throwing a mini fit as they all watched in either silence or in a fit of laughter.

After his fit they opened the door as it slowly creeked. And then muffled yelling, tons of muffled yelling. They all winced and walked silently up the stairs. As soon as they got up the stairs they saw Ashtons little sister running quickly to them. "Ashley, what are you doing? Go in your room!" Ashton yelled silently. Ashley was eight while Ashton was thirteen. She didn't say anything, all she did was nod and run towards her door. The boys thought it was best to watch over Ashely, so nothing bad happend to her.

As they walked to her door they saw a drawing on her door, it had her mom, Ashton, Murt, and Robert. She never really talked to Jamie so he was fine with it. But something was strange about it. After looking at the drawing for a minute or two they noticed her dad, on the floor with a girl. But the girl had a weapon, it was hard to see what kind of weapon but they came to terms that it had to be a pair of scissors.

Who was that girl? And why was she in her drawing? Not to mention that Ashley loves her dad, why would she draw her dad being murdered? Was it a sign? Something was going on, and the four did not like where it was going at all.

As they opened the door they saw a normal scene. Just Ashley trying to sleep with her millions of stuffies. They were going to leave, but then the yelling got louder. That idea was crossed off the list. "What do we do now?" Murt whispered as to not interupt Ashley. They all vowed to play dolls with Ashley until the yelling stopped. That was the worst decision they had all made in their whole entire life.

"Do we have to continue?" Murt cryed while playing with some blond girl with a pink dress. As they were suffering Jamie was enjoying this. He only has one older brother that never talks to him. Then it stopped. They all sighed while Jamie whined. He didn't want to stop playing, but he knew he had to.

Ashton felt that this was a good time to ask his younger sister about the girl in the picture and what she was doing to their father. As he tucked his sister in for her to take a nap he started by saying, "So, Ashley." Ashley looked at him suspiciously while mumbling a silent, "Yeah?" Ashton didn't know where to start. It was all so weird to him. The other three watching closely not knowing the preassure Ashton felt. "I saw the picture on your door.. What was that about?" As Ashley started smiling ear to ear they all didn't know what was going on anymore. "What drawing, silly?" She started laughing loudly, her brown loose ponytail whipping her face. They were all confused, it was enough to go over to the outside of her door to look.

And then they realized, there was no drawing on her door. Not even a bit of tape left behind. It was just like the weird girl Murt thought he saw. Except, they all saw it.