Carmen

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    It horrifying how much everything can change in such little time. I sat in the art room alone. Painting. I wasn't that good, despite being the best artist in are grade. I was aways so put together. But this made me just fall apart. How could people just keep going. A work of evil just happened. How do you move on. It made me want to scream. The pain I felt was unbearable. I just wanted everyone to stop a dwell in the moment with me. So art. It was a beautiful way to get pain out and lose myself in the piece.

   "Hi."said Alice as she walked toward me.
"Oh ,Alice." I responded. She leaned in between me and the canvas. Examining every inch with carful details.
    "This is good."she observed
  "Thanks."I stated. Alice sat on one of the near by tables.
    "So did you argue with any of the victims before their attack?"She asked.
     "What kind question is that?" I shouted. She raised her clipboard above her head like I was going to hit her. I mean I don't usually raise my voice. So I guess she didn't know what to expect. But she was suspecting me. We knew each other for years. We were friends.
   "I didn't mean it rudely. I mean you were at both scene of the crimes. And I should explore every root."she whimpered. I had clearly scared her. I took a deep breath.
    "I suppose you're right." I emitted. Giving a halfhearted smile. Just then Levi came in. He looked at my painting. A bit to close. It was making me worried that his hair would smear the paint.
   "White rose, how very unfitting."  he remarked.
"Not at all." Alice retaliated "I think it's a perfect representation of the innocence of the victims."
   Levi was silent. Alice was very weird. Levi was creepy. This conversation was just plain disturbing. I don't think anybody would like to listen to them any longer.
   "Well it doesn't matter what my painting represent's they didn't deserved to be attack."  I bellowed. Alice nodded in agreement. Levi just looked at his shoes.
   Just then we were interrupted by a scream for help. I bolted out to help. Part of me wishes I didn't.

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