Mystery of Amy

The Beginning Part 1

I was sitting in an exam feeling lonely, everyone was focusing but I was so stressed.

I tried focusing but the more I tried, I struggled. I found that the more time that went on I wasted so I carried on and got the test done.

During the paper exam I saw somebody who was not in the test and who was not supervising it. They were wearing a black hoodie and everything was black . His boots, Hoodie, Trousers. Every single bit of clothing they were wearing was black. I got a weird sense of emotion but they were staring but I could not see their face.

Let me introduce myself. My name is Amy Harris and I am 16yrs old, Sophomore year (well nearly sophomore year I am taking exams early because I am travelling the world with my aunt and when I get back I would have missed the exams.) I was adopted to my aunt as a baby as my father died in conflict for our country... I miss him greatly. I didn't really know my mum. She was pregnant and I was one at the time. My mum was pregnant with my sister and they both died during the time she was trying t give birth to my sister. They both didn't make it.

The test today was my History test although during the paper I felt out of my comfort zone and now I know why. I walked out of the exam because I had finished the paper, while walking through the corridor to the exit I had a feeling I was being followed, I turned around. I was certain that somebody was there as I turned around, nobody was there. I started running. I grabbed my bag and I was finally out of school, stopping for a minute and looked, next I heard the footsteps...

I hailed a taxi and jumped in and I said to the driver "To the train station please" I was scared because the black hooded person was always around where ever I was... My every move was being watched. CONSTANTLY

My every step was also never being over looked by the stalker. Every minute to every second was as well. When will he stop following or will this be how it is till I lose him when I reach my destination?

I didn't look back again, however in the corner of my eye I saw him watching me while I drove off until I saw him hail down the next taxi continuing to follow me again.

Travelling back home, something felt wrong. Upon my arrival I searched the house, locking the windows and the doors as I go to sit down starring into oblivion across the room with glazed eyes. Suddenly there was a tremendous bang from outside, I got up running to all the curtains in the house.

Next sitting back down feeling unsettled within the house I found myself drifting off to sleep. But I wasn't going to sleep... I was remembering...

On my way to the exam, getting on the train, I heard somebody scream everyone on the train ignored it, I was wondering the whole time why they were screaming.

What had happened to make somebody scream? It was my stop to get off the train and into the taxi to school, everyone got off apart from the women we saw screaming, now we know why she had screamed somebody on the train had stabbed her and she being ignored and sat down without calling out for help, and acting like nothing had happened. But also acting like nobody saw her. But had they seen her? Or was it all being over looked?

The women's blood was all over the train how had we all not noticed the blood? I was on that train for only one reason for the exam and everybody was with
family, children were on that train and they all saw.

People were crying from the trauma and also the fact that there was an old women lying on the floor of the train lying in her blood that came from her stab wound and yet nobody could help her because she was already...DEAD. And that could have happened to anyone on that train.

The train was from LA to San Francisco. People were waiting for their family's and partners, everyone was on the phone talking about what had happened. Other thing was partners had got the early train and had already reached home which they were all glad that their family's were safe but what would happen to them?

The delay home was effected loads of people because they had to give statements for the police, even me. Now not only knowing I was involved in the murder investigation or was somebody already getting me involved without me knowing...