The old law about an eye for an eye leaves everybody blind.
- Martin Luther King.
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(Joanne's Pov)
They say...a man who desires revenge should dig two graves. Well I just don't give a shit about it.
I couldn't sleep, every time I close my eyes I see Drake's dead body.
It's been one week after Drake's funeral and I haven't set foot on the Richard's house or went to see Dr. Richard in the hospital.
I sat on my balcony while reading a novel. Contemplating wether to hunt down the shooters or not. I kept reading the same sentence over and over again for the past two minutes , I got fed up and threw the novel out of the balcony landing in the fountain with a splash.
"Shit!" I curse loudly realising what I just did.
"That was my favourite novel" I whine pouting.
I huffed and stare at the area where the shooters were standing when they shot Drake and saw something flashed in the bushes.
I quickly stumble down the stairs and outside of the mansion. I made my way towards the bush and search the area.
Finally I found a phone with a black skull case.
"This must be one of the shooter's phone" I gasped.
Eager to see who it belonged to I tried switching it on but to my dismay it has low battery.
I ran back inside the house to look for my charger.
Once I found it I plugged it into the power point and charged the phone and it came to life.
"Yesss" I yelled at the top of my lungs while doing a victory dance inside the room.
Once it switched on I eagerly swipe the screen to unlock the phone.
Like always luck doesn't seem to be in my favour....the phone has a password lock.
"Seriously?! I huffed.
If I reboot this shit..all of the data will be erased.
After staring at the phone for...I don't know a good five minutes, I decided to visit a friend. Well not friend..friend, more like an acquaintance?. Notice the question mark there..yeah exactly.
I grabbed my car keys from my bedside drawer and exit my bedroom. Rushing down the stairs and towards the garage..I started the car and speed towards the town, but before I could exit the gates I checked my hoodie pocket ensuring if I brought the phone with me.
I sigh loudly when my pocket was empty.
"You got to be shiting me right now!" I groaned. Wait that doesn't sound right.
With a shrug and a huff and a puf...nope not going there. I rolled my eyes exit my car and ran back to my room grabbed the phone..which was on the floor...don't ask me how, and I went back in the car annnnd...finally sped towards to town.
30 minutes later...
No it's not a thirty minutes drive to town..I kinda accidentally took a wrong turn and now I'm in an abandoned street so...yeah. I think I'm going to get mugged, raped or worse murdered today so *sniffs* I'm gonna go ahead and say my last words.
It's been a great eighteen and a half years spending my time with.......alone with no friends, now that the Richard's don't want to see my face I won't be able to be buried in their family cemetery.....well now that I am about to die...Belle will finally have all my secret stash of Doritos(only she and I know)all to herself...and..and..
"I see the frickin town!" I yelled.
Oh thank goodness...I knew it , I know today is just not the day.
"Phew" I sigh wiping imaginary sweat away. Well that was...embarrassing.
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The Girl
Novela JuvenilShe walks tall like nothing ever knocked her down, she walks around with an IDGAF attitude and a beejy face which warns everyone not to mess with her. She's a loner but not a looser nor popular atleast that's what she thinks.... She had a bad past w...
