The murder

Chapter 1

Waking up is one of the best thing in my life .

Weird , yeah . But that's how I see my dad .

That's how I can imagine him again .

That's how I can think of him again .

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I wake up early in the morning .
Though school's at 7 , I wake up at 4 , just to stare at my dad's photo and imagine what it would be like to have him again .
After staring him for about half an hour , I jog downstairs .
Sometimes it's tiring to live in a mansion of 3 floors .
I wipe my forehead even though there's no sweat .
Finally I reach down after what seemed like forever .
I cup my hands on my knees and gasp for air .
" Hello Jennifer. Good morning . " Our maid , Erika says .
I smile and straighten myself .
" G'morning Erika . What's for breakfast ? " I say , tying my messed up hair into a pony and sitting on the high chair .
" Morning Jen . " A boyish voice says as he pushes the chair on which I'm sitting to the dining table .
I look up and see Ben . Someone mom hired as a bodyguard type person .
He and I are very close .
" Ben ! " I say , hugging his neck .
He kisses the top of my head and takes a step back as Mr.Kang , the extremely shy houseboy serves me hot chocolate and pancakes .
My mouth waters at the sight .
I hear a sigh and turn to see a disappointed Ben .
" What ? " I ask.
He looks up at me with an eyebrow raised .
" You'll get diabetes ! " He says .
I giggle childishly and poke my pancake with my fork .
" Have a seat . " I say in a horrible British accent .
He chuckles and sits next to me .
Mr.Kang serves him his favourite , pancake and coffee .
" Hot chocolate is better ." I say as I take a sip of it.
" Well I don't want to get diabetes. "
I shake my head furiously and laugh .
I then check my time .
5:24 .
I finish my hot chocolate and pancake and wait till Mr.Kang takes it away .
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I rush upstairs when it's 6:00 .
I wear my floral white sleeveless top and black skin-tight jeans .
I keep my hair open and add a touch of eyeliner .
I don't like putting on much makeup .
Why?
Flashback.

" Daddy ! " I shout happily .
I was 12 .
Dad turns around . He smiles when he sees me .
" My princess . " He says as he tries picking me up but fails .
" Ahh . Daddy's grown old ." he says as he puts a hand on his back .
I giggle and hug him .
" Oh Daddy ! " I say as I breathe in his Scent .
" What did u bring for me daddy ? " I say , sitting on his lap .
He grins.
Then takes out a football from nowhere .
I scream excitedly .
I hug the football and thank him .
" Now now , princess . U wouldn't ever want makeup , would you ? " He says when I keep the ball aside .
I shake my head furiously .
" Never in a million years , daddy . "

I smile at the memory , wiping the moisture from my eyes .
God daddy . I wish you would somehow come back .

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