I couldn't believe it. She was gone. Dead. They say she fell out of the window, or someone pushed her. They said someone had dragged the body away, and there was no way of telling who. I asked about DNA, or footprints, and they went silent.
The constable started to explain the rules of telling the public about certain cases, and I sort of just drifted off. When he finished, I started to walk, back to where I could hide, but then he called my name.
"The thing is, there are no finger prints."
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Rose Thorn
Teen FictionShe was beautiful, standing there with her pink hair sheltering her shoulders, her green eyes sparkling, her tiny fingernails painted a pale blue. Where she went nobody knows. It was summer, the sun was gorgeously dazzling our eyes, and me and Rose...
