Chapter 2, page 3

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Remember when I said I was the Einstein of my time? (Practically said it,not exactly though.) what if I used my intelligence to kill him. I think it could work. The man who framed me is a man named Doug Hairanger. A terrible, selfish, fat old man. He is 3 years older than me, I was at my own house party the day it happened.

The lights flashed off, and I stumbled to the ground. My feet in pain from the heels I wore, my butt cold from the short dress I wore. Until I felt a hand. I thought someone was helping me up but, why would they be below me? As the light beamed back on, I saw the dead body below me (this is and IDEA from First Kill, I'm not stealing they're plot tho.) the bloody, pained body.

People screamed and ran. The fear in my heart was an immense pain indescribable, I was young, drunk, high. How the hell would I know what to do? Well, then I didn't. I sat there, froze. I called he police after a while and they said he had 48 stab wounds. Who did this? Who could let my life fall like this? I still question till this day. But thanks to this man, this hella random man, maybe I'll find out.

Who was there for me when the others weren't? Cara. My baby sister cara, believed in me. She knew I didn't do it, but she couldn't convince my parents. When I was in the asylum, she came 2x a week to see me. A loyal person, and she didn't give a damn what my parents thought or said. She loved me. She was only 12. I felt terrible my sister knew a person died on the same carpet she would fall on, sleep on, play on, and more. She's 24 now, lucky in her youth.

My parents, Melzeña reénes and Brue reénes, disowned me. I adopted the last name of a deadly criminal because my parents did not want to match names with me. Who would?

This was just a little "information" and a recap. Not even a glimpse into my future. Who knows what it holds?

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