It was Lily.

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We were perfectly happy together, never had a fight, until that night. The night when Mr. Griffin turned up dead. I watched that psychopath's boney, place fingers pull the trigger. I watched Mr. Griffin's brain explode, splattering the ceiling. I was the one who saw him, helped him. Yet I'm a suspect for murder?

I know it was Lily. The girl- I always knew she was different. They were her glasses

But now I must clear my name, even if it means killing her. If I'm blamed for murder, lets make sure its true...



-Started by Camryn A.

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