Kaitlyn was clueless
Jennele was strange
Adelina was confused
John was just trying his best.
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5:45 am : The sun peaked in through the windows of Quackerdale Lane.
Citizens were packed into their homes after the "incident", not a single person stepped foot outside of their dens. Jennele Jenkins was nested in her soft bed with her husband's rotted, old corpse. She knew that she would eventually get caught but it would all be worth it. Her nosy neighbors, Betty Bocker, an 89 year old man, and Elyse Ellington-Bocker, were wide awake wondering when Jennele would strike again.
6:20 am : Adelina Amanda O'Squat was quietly perched on the roof of her 5 ft home looking off into the distance. The flames were slowly consuming her house from the inside out, it would soon consume her if she didn't hop off of her roof . But Adelina was quite frightened. She was afraid if she made any movement she would get snatched from the rooftop and never see the light of day again.
6:35 am : John Mayer was laying flat on his back with rope tied around his ankles, knees, and stomach like a roasted pig. He wasn't scared. He wasn't happy. He wasn't sad. He was dead, mate. Usually he would be pretty aroused but not in this situation. His wife had killed him. If you would have asked him two months ago where he'd be he would say he would be alone in his man cave with Kaitlyn or his trusty, dusty guitar. You don't want to know what he'd be doing with either of them.
6:45 am : Kaitlyn, the 19 year old, neighborhood lunatic, walked out of her house with a bright smile on her face ready to start her day. She had had an exhausting night yet she was wide awake. She was going to see her boyfriend and have a swell time. Sadly Jennele had other ideas for the small girl.
