The Killer

chapter 3

Am walking through the hallway at school. Am sixteen now. Am happier now. I've changed alot through the years.

I've learnt to be stronger. More confident.
"It's finally third period" Biular whispers, lifting her chemistry textbook up to her boobs.

"I know am exhausted" I say letting out a deep breath as I stuff my locker up with notebooks.

"Dad says he wants to take us out tonight you wanna come?"she offers looking at me with puppy dog eyes because she knows it always changes my mind.

"Sure" I reply.i wish I had a dad. Sometimes I wish I even had someone who loved me at least a little.

Dad had left home on a cold morning. It was snowing about three years ago. He said he was going out to get some groceries. I never knew that was the last I was going to hear of him.

Ofcourse he had left us. Mrs Smith and I. I never knew why he left. I never knew anything. My dad had gone just like that. My mom was dead. I was never told until that night I overheard my nanny and my dad talking.

It's all over now. But is it for good?. I don't know. Maybe it's just the beginning of the bad things yet to happen.

" Thanks" I say looking at Mrs Bart as she handed me the test papers we wrote a week ago. She's so lazy. I got an A, am not surprised at all.

"Good for you, Mrs George" says Jay as he runs his hands through his dark hair.

"Thanks" I reply with a huge smile. I was proud of myself. There was no one else who could be proud of me if not me.

After the class, I head over to Biulars house and had dinner there. I called Mrs Smith to let her know I was fine. But was she fine? She didn't sound okay.

I was anxious to leave now. I hated leaving Mrs Smith alone. She was old. She could barely see now. I put on my coat and head to the door.

"Your leaving?" Biular says with a little pout on her lips.

"Yes, am sorry" I spat and left without waiting to hear her reply.

It's raining heavily outside. I don't have an umbrella. So I cover my self up with my coat. My hair was soaking wet.

For some reason I was so angry. I stroll to the sidewalk deciding whether or not I should go back to B's house.

I finally got home. Mrs Smith was not in the living room. I spot her on the floor close to the counter in the kitchen, her legs closed up and her hands on a chair. She was weak.

"Mrs Smith?" I scream, as I run up to her and try to get her up.

I tucked her into bed minutes before I came back down to make some hot cocoa.

I can't loose her. I thought as I wiped tears off my cheeks. But the tears keep coming non stop. I hate crying.

I don't lack anything. I've got millions and thousands of dollars. But I lack love.happiness sometimes peace.

I grab my cup of hot cocoa and head to the door after hearing a knock ......

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