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 up. 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 lay down. He yawns and is about to go to sleep. Although, he felt that he forgot 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 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 on 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 that 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 handkerchief.
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 school. 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 enters, looks 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 defenseless nerds. Girls judging and being a bitch to them. Some of the girls were dressed in all black, and I knew that's where more of the judging went to. I heard so many offensive words from every side.
I heard someone say: "look you smart ass nerd, 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" "No, I'm not emo." I heard the girl say in all black."
"Really? Then what's this?" One of the mean girls pulled up her sleeve. I didn't know why at that time. I couldn't hear. "You see, you are emo. You poor little thing, maybe that's why you don't have any friends. No one will love a person that cuts themselves."
