I laughed as Kara pushed open the door. Kara Winds, Brooke Mitchell, Annabelle Bright, and I had been best friends since fifth grade. Kara and I were planning to surprise Brooke with a cookie cake. Brooke had been feeling down lately. She was being picked on by some girls and was not very happy. We walked in the room.
“Hey Brookey!” I yelled as I closed the door and locked the bottom lock. I set down the plastic bakery box on the coffee table and walked into the kitchen. Kara stood by the door taking off her shoes and setting down her bag. I walked into the kitchen and a horrible sight met me. I screamed at the top of my lungs. Brooke, my best friend, was lying in a puddle of blood. Dead. I looked at her. Her wrist was slit open and a knife lie next to her. I knew she had been down but I never imagined her to be capable of this. Kara ran into the room and dropped to her knees.
“Brooke! Brooke!” Kara sobbed. Tears slid down her pale cheeks as she kneeled beside our dead friend. Tears were pouring down my face. I couldn’t believe my best friend was gone. I pulled out my cell phone.
“Kara?”
“Yes,” Kara said as she mopped her face with her sleeve.
“I’m calling the cops.” And I did.
YOU ARE READING
The Letters and Journals of Brooke Mitchell
Teen FictionWhat would you do if you walked over to you best friend's house planning to surprise her, and found her dead on her kitchen floor. How would you feel if you knew you were the cause of her death? How would you feel if she wrote you letter and told y...
