"You better watch out. You better not shout"
It was a Saturday. It was sunny during the springtime, so we decided to just go to Central Park. We were all still coping with the lost of Vincent and Charlotte (our parents) along with Vivian and Jerome (our new guardians).
Everything was just going fine until something happened. We heard lots of police sirens, people were rushing toward us as if a bomb went off. We went to go look at what the crowd was seeing. I pushed through the crowd along with Gio and Mia to see something I thought was shocking.
A girl was helplessly lying there. A bullet punctured through her stomach, which caused it to still bleed. Some of the blood got on to her white coat, which would've caused it to soak pink. That's also what happened with Vincent and Charlotte. By the looks of her face, she was shocked by someone (also with Vincent and Charlotte).
Lieutenant Cranston came to the rescue. Or so I hoped it would be. "Cranston!", I exclaim with a sigh of relief. "Hey there", he replies. "Hello Giovauni and Mia", he adds. They reply back. "Can you find out who this is?", Mia asks. "I'll need your help", says Cranston. "Everyone, I politely ask that you please carry on with whatever you are doing except for these 3 people in the front.", Cranston requests.
Everyone did so, but we stayed put. "Hmmmm", said Cranston. It looks like as if he was trying to entertain us. "This girl looks like if she's in either the 8th or 9th grade", the Lieutenant stated. "Does she go to any of your school?", Cranston inquired. "That's the thing", said Gio. "We all go to Dwight School, a couple of blocks from here", he added. "I'm in the 11th grade, so I don't recognize her". "How about you?, Mia", Cranston asked. "I'm in the 6th grade", she replied. "So I don't recognize her". That only leaves me. "Troy, what grade are you in?", the questions now turned to me. "I'm in the 8th grade, but I don't see her there", I said.
"Well then, let's take a picture of this girl and go to your school to see if she goes there", Cranston hypothesized. "On a Saturday???", Mia said. "Well?, what do you think? We're just gonna let the killer get away with this?", Cranston inquired. "Yeah, you do have a point", Mia answered.
All of the officers climbed in their cruisers. One of them was Cranston's wife, who they both love. We climbed into Lieutenant's Chevy Tahoe. It was a white mode with the sign NYPD on one sign with POLICE on the other. It had blue stripes with it. We got in and drove off.
During our drive, it made me think. The way that girl was positioned looked exactly like the same way like how our parents were killed. The expression on their faces was the same and they were killed the same way. It almost looks like as if the same killer did it.
DISCLAIMER: This was inspired by Conffesions by James Patterson. I don't not intend to plagiarize, for this is only inspiration for just this chapter.
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Mystery / ThrillerTroy is the son of a wealthy family who lives in the bustling streets of Manhattan. When his parents are murdered, him and his 2 siblings are put under the care of their uncle and aunt, who are also wealthy. It's not soon until he finds out that the...
