I got the feeling that you were avoiding me when:
Your friends kept teasing about me and you going out and secondly you kept hiding behind the bike sheds whenever I walked over to you.
So I resulted in the last thing that I could think of. Death. Oh not of me don't worry I'm not comitting suicide no way I'm not wasting my beauty on you. Not in a million years.
I know I kept it a secret but I couldn't help it I had to, you weren't expecting it at all I knew that much.
The look on your face when I did what I did. Classic.
So now I'm a murderer. Yupp that's pretty clear I started ever since I was two when, unfortunately, I killed my own mum but I don't exactly call it killing people. I call it assassinating people. So when my dad (the only relation I had left in my family since I killed the rest of them) told me about his past life was I shocked see I don't think I get shocked anymore since I'm very prone to blood and guts and gore but this was astonishing.
I found out that he was an assassin too and that he probably gave some of the blood to me, since he killed his own mother (surprise, surprise) and asked me if I'd done any killing before.
So I said yes because of course I didn't lie to my remaining family member. Then i tripped on something that glinted and landed on my face..........
I woke. Startled, I looked around, contemplating my surroundings and gasped. It was dark. And gloomy. I was in a forest probably miles away from home I didn't know where this forest was. The moon was rising. A full one of course. I was having a nightmare. It all made sense, after looking around to get to grips on this foresty thing I finally ran. Ran all the way to where I thought was the way out but it wasn't, so then I turned and made my way to what I hoped was the the way out.
I found a little house on a hill and ran all the way, jumped through a window and found to my surprise a small single bed. "Perfect" I thought and smiled to myself. I didn't notice it but I walked past a mirror and because I thought there was another person there waiting to kidnap me and sell me I jumped and looked at it. I walked up to it and touched my face. I didn't even look like myself! I had brown short curls and piercing blue eyes. I was happy. I was finally normal. I went over to the bed and climbed in and found out I was really tired for some strange reason I was thinking about how normal, now, I was happy so I smiled and dozed off to a peaceful sleep......
......until I heard a gun shot and woke up I looked around, got up, and looked out the window to find a man with a gun and a man at his feet obviously dead with all that blood around. I gasped. I hadn't had much time to gasp lately since I've been a murderer but now I was normal so I got to get used to it so I slipped carefully back into the bed.
The next day i woke up to find a letter on the bedside table so i rubbed my eyes, got up and wandered over to it. it said:
'dear Petulia
i have loved and lost so many times, and i really don't want to lose you. i would love it if you could meet me in your field tonight, you know, the one over the road from you.
love Henry xxxx'
well, i thought. This is tough. I have to pretend to be someone else tonight when i haven't even found out where i am yet. well, obviously im going to go over there tonight. i mean, im not missing any action and this Henry guy he is sooooooooo romantic to this Petulia girl.
i then opened the curtains and rushed over to the wardrobe (because i'd realized i'd got nothing to wear) and sighed. what was there was two huge victorian dresses that nearly filled up the whole cupboard, so i selected the black and burgundy one with a design of black lace flowers on the front and a black lace bow on the back.
