Bad Karma

WTF!!!

I woke up when the sun shined through the window into my room. I was sitting on the floor in a corner of my room with my knees to my chest. "Why am I on the floor?" I thought out loud.
Thoughts of last night came into my mind. Oh great that idiot got Mom pregnant. Well at least we won't have so many empty rooms now. I'm probably going to have to babysit; I hate children with a burning passion. Also they're getting married, and I'll have to dress nice for the wedding.
My thoughts where interrupted by a knock on my door. "Hey k-kiddo I, um, I made b-breakfast so you better eat." Mark stuttered awkwardly through the sentience.
I sighed, "Okay I'll be right down."
I put my head in my hands I don't know what to do. Well if Mom's happy then I'll try to be too. They're adults who can make their own decisions. I wonder what time it is. "Lacie come get your breakfast!" Mom yelled from somewhere below me.
I sighed again, and started to get up.
My hamper is full, I guess I have to wear the same thing I wore yesterday. It's not like anyone's coming over. What was I doing, oh yeah breakfast.
I made my way slowly down the stairs to breakfast, taking one step at a time to hopefully avoid the awkward conversation at the table. As I made my way to the bottom of the stairs, I looked at all the framed pictures on the wall as I passed them. Pictures of me, mom, and Lizzy, our dead dog. There where also pictures of me, Bethy, and Ann when we where friends.
"Lacie! What is..." Mom started to call.
"Mom you don't have to yell I'm right next to you." I said as I entered the kitchen. It also doubled as the dinning room. The walls are painted a light blue. The table was just a cheap wooden one we've had for ages with chairs to match. The cupboards, countertop, oven, and the rest of that good stuff where opposite from the hallway door.
"I got a couple new shifts at work today." I said to get out of the house.
"Really? Well okay, by the way did you hear about the murder at the park yesterday?"
"There was a murder at the park?!?! It must have happened after I left!"
"You where at the park last night?"
"Just to look at the stars. I got to get to work. I'll see you when I come back."
"Okay then!"
I left the kitchen and went to my room. I wonder what that look on Mom's face was. She couldn't think I did it right? Of course not she knows me better then that. I got into my room and grabbed my work bag. Walking back down the stairs I heard Mom talking to Mark in the kitchen.
"You don't think she could have played a part in the murder? Do you?!?!" I heard Mark whisper yell.
"No, yes, well maybe. I mean there is rumors that she also killed Anabeth that day. Now her father who was saying that she should be in prison is dead."
"You couldn't honestly think that, you're her mother for gods sake Mary!"
Glad to see someone doesn't give in to the stupid rumors around here.
"Hmph" was all mother did. I can't believe her but she does have every right to be suspicious. I mean Bethy did die while hanging out with me... But I didn't kill Beth I couldn't have.
I put on my shoes and walked out the door as quietly as possible so they wouldn't know I was evesdroping on their conversation.
I walked into the pet shop and greeted Mr. Harring. The rest of that day I was to work.
"There's a lot less people the usual." I said to break the silence in the creaky old store.
"I know something must have happened! Oh I wish this old store got business like it used to!" Came the gruff old man reply.
He then launched into this story that I must've heard at least a thousand times, about the days when the shop got more business and the funny stories that went along with it. I had a quick lunch then continued my shift till the next worker came in. It turned out that today's pay day! I know I'm irresponsible to not know pay day but still.
On a normal day I would rush home but I wanted to see what this murder thing was about. Instead of going to the park like a murderer going back to the scene of the crime I decided to go check the newspaper stand. Upon getting there I had an immediate 10 foot circle around me. I heard a lot more whispers but I don't care. I pick up a newspaper it was just as mom described.
The title was

MURDER AT LINCON PARK

Mr. Carthy was found beheaded.... body burnt really bad!... Investigation underway... Can this be linked to the murder of his daughter Anabeth Carthy.

Of course that was a big article but the last part was stuck in my mind. People really believed that I could kill not just my best friend, but her father as well? What the fuck. It dawned on me. Oh no! I knew this. I KNEW that. The police where at my house and they would arrest me. Mom, she would tell them. No, she would tell them that I was at the park last night and that I was with Bethy when that happened as well.
I paid for the newspaper and took it. Leaving the little stand I started to slowly walk home. Picking up the pace into a run eager to see if I was right or that I was being overly paranoid.