A young 14-year-old boy is accused of a murder that took place one night. He has no clue of his name. More trouble will arise as he knows exactly what happened that horrifying night. Strange figures are after him. Why are they after him? And what ki...
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"...I intend to find out!" Angel had said. He proceeds to walk to Nana's house. It took him three hours to get there. The door was unlocked. He checks the time in the living room as he walks in. It's 2:20 A.M. "Wow, it's late," he says to himself.
He goes up to Joyce's room, gets some of her brother's clothes, and walks into the bathroom to take a warm soothing shower. Once out, he grabs a towel and dries himself. He gets out of the bathroom to keep track of the time again. It's 3:00 A.M. He gets a couple of pillows and a very soft blanket.
He proceeds to walk back calmly downstairs. He sits on the couch and is about to lie down. He yawns and is about to go to sleep. Although he felt that he had forgotten to do something. It took him a while to remember something.
Then he suddenly remembers he forgot to lock the door. He goes and locks it, but through the window on the right, he sees light. He's curious, so he slightly opens one side of the curtain.
Outside are the lights are blue and red. There are two police cars, along with four black Suburban vehicles. "What's going on?" he whispers to himself. To be safe, he covers up the windows, then goes back to sleep.
He wakes up the next morning to get ready for school. He decides to change into black slim jeans and a light blue V shirt. He brushes his teeth in the bathroom. He looks down at the floor to pick up the clothes he just took off before he got in the shower.
He grabs the pants, digs in the right pocket, and there it is... His blade, which his father gave him. He also picks up his old wet clothes and feels something smooth in his right pocket. It was a gray, silky bandanna.
He puts both the handkerchief and the blade in his right pocket. Yet, what's very interesting is that he did not bother to check his left pocket of those clothes. Could there have been anything important? If so, then what could it have been?
He is now walking to the weird orphanage education place. He made it there 40 minutes early, so he decided to enter through the main entrance. Little did he know what was to come. He entered, looked from one side to another, and what he saw was just not worth seeing.
Angel's thoughts in first-person point of view:
I could see sex addicts on one side, drug addicts on the other. Bullies beating up the defenseless. Girls are judging and being a bitch to them. I heard so many offensive words from every side.
I heard someone say: "Look, you smart ass, give me the money, or I'm a beat your ass! I don't give a crap about your life. Give it now!" Then I overheard what some of the mean girls had to say. These were the words: "Oh my God, you're always wearing black clothes. You're so emo. Do you cut yourself because you can't handle the pain? That's sad, sweetheart. "And what if I am? You so-called bitch! You're just a piece of shit like the rest of us. maybe you're emo too, whore!." I heard the girl say in all black."
