Trudy,s P.O.V
Open this Door now it’s the police. BANG BANG BANG SMASH. I jumped out of
bed and ran down stairs to see what the commotion was, I was saw my father sitting in
the chair crying, the door smashed.”What’s going on” Hello Ms.Killer we got a video of
mister Killer here abusing you” i was so mad that i didn’t even answer even though what
i would have said would have not persuaded them anyways cause they got evidence,
but you could have done this? No one knew about my father except…….. Ah Ha! I know
who the little trader was.So they took my father now i got the house to myself.
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“Guns” “check” “knife” “of course i
have my knifes”. Before the murder
of my mother she gave me a set of
three purple and black knifes, They
are a beauty . I cherish them, they
were the last things that she give to
me. “Trudy” “hum yes. Sorry i kind of
zone out a little.” well then zone
back in we have to finish the check
list, you have the magazines.
“Check” Bow and Arrows””check”
Bullet proof jacket with your last
name on it.” “check” “Badass outfit”
“Shelbly you know my outfits are
always one point” “Whatever Trudy” (Shelbly is my bestfriend she is also second in
command in my gang since my dad is in jail. This is exactly why i wanted no one to
know my dad abuse me, I did not want the weight of the gang on me, but that is what it
is. We are about to go on a man hunt for whoever put my father in jail. As we were
about to leave i glance at my dresser and looked at a jewelry box that i had from i was a
child, i got up and walked over to the dresser and for the first time in two and a half
years for the first time since my mom died i opened it. Inside that jewelry box was a
necklace that i got from my mom on the christmas that Greyson shut me out, also inside
were pictures of me and my mom,happy pictures of me and my mom. I did not realize
that i was crying until i saw a puddle of tears welling up on the picture i was holding.
FLASHBACK
“Trudy come on we are going be late to our own party” my mom yelled. I was my
birthday and i was turning eight. My birthday was going to be at a rented party room.
“Ok mommy coming” i yelled back struggling into my first one inch heel. When i stepped
out my room my mother beamed at me lift me up and twirled me around my father
snapped a picture. We headed to my party, i had a wonderful time. The best time ever.
YOU ARE READING
The Friends We Use To Be
Teen Fiction"The days pass painfully and slowly. Now i know what Trudy felt that emptiness inside. I pray that Trudy can find forgiveness in her heart." Trudy a normal girl with a not so normal secret life. Greyson typical badboy with some secrets of his own. W...
