Senior year, the very last year of high school. Dahlia is determined to make it her best year yet! Nothing but positivity, good memories, and lots of fun!
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Doesn't sound realistic but we'll see.
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Sunday, November 11th
{Dahlia's POV} ••••••••••••••••••
"The guy works in a meat shop, kid."
That's what the police officer had told me after my friends and I busted into the police station at 1 am, drenched once again from the rain that'd come pouring down as we stood there, yelling all kinds of things at each other as we stood near the dumpster, freaking out. Some of us were stinky and covered in food and all kinds of trash juices after trying to get Rori out of the dumpster and falling in ourselves. Some of us were covered in mud after we took off running back to our cars after finally managing to get him out, falling down because of the slipperiness of the ground mixed with our fast pace. We all looked crazy.
We were there to report that we'd found the Lukshaw killer and yet we'd been the ones almost getting thrown in a cell last night. The policeman thought we were a bunch of lunatics on drugs. We weren't. We were concerned Lukshaw citizens!
We explained to the stupid cops where we'd been, what we'd seen, and what the man had looked like. They knew who we were talking about almost immediately.
"We appreciate you kids keeping an eye out, but Sully is a butcher and that's why his clothes were bloody. You kids just leave it up to us to figure out who the killer is, alright?" The cocky looking young guy had told us as he began ushering us out of the station.
"You're not even gonna go check it out? Run some DNA tests to make sure it really is pig's blood or something and not, you know, human blood?" I questioned.
"Now, why would we bother using the resources to do that when we already know what's going on? You think it's free to run DNA tests? And by the way, it's not--"
"You think it's free to bury people?" Reed glared as she shoved his hand off of her shoulder. "If you assholes don't get on your shit and figure out who is slaughtering people, more and more families are gonna go into debt trying to hold an expensive ass funeral for their dead children. So, maybe you should consider listening to people when they think they've found some clues, even if it doesn't seem like the clues you're searching for." She spat.
"I'll tell you what," One of the older cops called from his desk as he let out a small sigh and took a sip of his coffee. "We'll find that killer a lot sooner if we don't have to worry about dealing with smart-mouthed kids coming in, disrupting us at all hours of the night. It's way past your bedtimes. Scurry along and make sure the next time you pay us a visit, the sun is out!"
