Megan was a sweet girl, when I knew her. I don't know who she had hung out with and if she hid things from her parents. Did she live a double life?
I knew her mom would be no help at all. That is the purpose of a double life, your parents or certain people don't know about it. I need to pretend to be a student at her high school. Where ever that is...
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There were three of us, Megan, and Alicia. She was the one who I went to when Megan and I got in a fight. She is like my sister. She always knew how to fix things and she stayed in touch with Megan. There was one problem, she moved...but I do know where Megan lives.
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I went to Megan's house and rang the doorbell. Her dad came to the door.
"Hello? How may I help you?" Mr. Kondin said.
"Mr. Kondin?"
"Yes, who are you?"
"Sir, I am Christy Ferning. I was Megan's best frie..." He cut me off and gave me a hug.
"Please," he said. I could tell he was crying just by his voice. "come in. What are you doing here?"
"We'll, I am here to see if I could find any clues as to whom might have done this to precious Megan."
"I want who ever did this to sweet ol' Megan to be put away for good! She didn't deserve to go! Especially not that way!"
"I agree. I was wondering if I could search her room, see if I can find anything."
"Yea, I guess. I don't know what you will find, the police have already searched it. But if you think it will help..."
"You never know, the police miss things all the time."
He lead me down a hallway and up a spiral staircase. He in locked the door, "We haven't been in her since the funeral." He started tearing up.
"I understand..."
"I am going to make some tea, would you like some?"
"Well, if you are making some, I might as well."
He left the room and went down stairs. I started looking around. Under her bed, in the pillow cases, and in her nightstand. One thing stood out to me, the nightstand drawer had a fake bottom. I reached all the way to the back and back to the front. "AHA!!" I said to myself. I had found a hole for a skeleton key; now, I just had to find the key.
