So...this is my frist story on here. I might drop a comment or two here or there but otherwise I won't really leave a lot of author's notes. Some of these probably won't be edited, like at all, so just bare with me and tell me what you think. If you have something negative to say, can you say it in a positive way? Constructive criticism, right?
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Prologue
It was raining...hard.
The ground below me slowly turned to mud, ruining my perfectly planned outfit for the evening, but I didn't care. I honestly didn't even notice until they later took me in for questioning. All I could focus on was the vibrating heat of the pistol in my hand.
An eternity when by in that moment and when I was finally able to look away from the gun, my eyes settled on the limp, awkwardly bent body that was maybe 20 feet away from me. Even through the rain I could see that the familiar rise and fall was missing from his chest. In fact, he was motionless. Absolutely still. I could hear people yelling my name but the only thing that registered was the voice in my head repeating the same question over and over.
"What have I done?"
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Teen Fiction"You know what he said to me? He promised me that I would never forget what he was going to do to me. And he was right. I never did." All her life, everything came on a silver platter for Blair Von Michael. But no amount of bribing could ever tame h...
