My name was summer , and I'm 24...
It was a bright Sunday morning when I woke up , with a huge hangover , the night before I had a few shots of vodka , and that is all I can remember.
I got up and got my slippers on , and walked into the kitchen , and waiting there was a balloon , it must have been from my birthday last night , Jason was such a cutie at times , bringing me gifts all the time , he always cared for me , and that's all I really wanted.
Chapter 2
I was dressed by 10 and left the house , and was walking through to town too go to my job , when a clown popped out at me , I screamed and he just laughed and ran off , I got too my job at the local coffee house , and was wiping a table , when I sore a face looking at me through the window , I looked at it , and smiled ? And it ran off , I carried on with my work , and collected my pay , and left the coffee shop.
Chapter 3
I was walking home , when I got home. Slipped into my pjama's , and got into bed , I fell asleep with the tv on , and woke up the next morning , covered in red , In the night , I had been stabbed , and within the one I got too the phone , I was dead , I never could find my murderer , my grave never had any visitors , and that was the life of summer.
I can only imagine that Jason must have done this , but I had a thing that it was the clown. If it was, he was a coward , couldn't face me , for who I am.
Sorry its not good , but I was bored , just a little story , just too get your minds working:)
