Exactly What They Wanted

Chapter uno

I have this feeling that after I finish telling you guys this story, you'll hate me just as much as everyone in my town. But that's beside the point. It doesn't bother me when people say they hate me. I don't care much about what people think of me. I'm just not like most people in my town. I think I'll stop saying 'my town'. It's really repetitive. The name of my town is Barter Falls. Not sure why they call it that, but they do.

I've always hated this town. Not as much as I do now that I'm dead, but before I was killed, I still hated it with a passion. It seems like such a boring town, but it's full of secrets. Secrets and plotting and crime. Things I didn't know about until I was gone. I guess you could call me a ghost but I don't go around haunting people. No, I'm not a vampire or anything like that. More like a spirit that can see everything that's happening in this horrid town.

I guess I should tell you my story now. Not the story of what I do now that I'm dead. There's time for that later. Now, I'm telling you my story before I died.

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5 months ago:

I pulled my hood over my head, shielding my face. In just a few seconds...

4... 3... 2... 1...

A loud explosion sounded behind me and I smiled victoriously, and continued walking through the wodds. It was now 1:09 A.M. and my job was done. I'm sure you know exactly what just happened. I set a bomb in an old warehouse just on the outskirts of town. I wouldn't ever intentionally explode a building that was in use or was currently obtaining living things. That'd surely get me arrested.

Not that I haven't been arrested before. Actually, I've been arrested a total of 23 times since the age of twelve.

I heard the sirens of a police car, followed by firetruck sirens and began sprinting through the forest. Only when I heard police officers following me through the trees, did I hide in a hole under a tree, tucking my head in between my knees.

Once they passed, and I knew they were clear on the other side of the forest, I crawled out of my hiding place and ran the other direction, towards the creek. It was the middle of summer so I didn't have to worry about getting hypothermia form walking in the water.

I ran down the hill, dodging the roots sticking out of the ground and leaped into the water. I walked as quickly as I could in the direction I always went to get to my house. I could feel little fish swimming around me, but that didn't bother me. When I reached the tree stump, left after a thunder storm, I got out of the creek, like every other time, and followed the dirt trail through the trees, to the highway.

Police were now on the other side of the highway searching for me, and I began running down the street, careful to duck every time a car passed. I made it to Hansen Drive, and turned left, heading to Carter's house.

Carter was my best friend, the only other person in this town that liked to get in trouble as much as I did. We were partners in crime.

I reached his small shack he called a house and knocked six times. Footsteps on the other side of the door, got closer and the door flung open, revealing a beaming Carter. I'd always had a little crush on Carter. He was twenty three and I was nineteen.

"Did you do it?" he smiled, crossing his muscular arms across his chest.

"I did," I smiled back and he clapped.

Bowing, I began to laugh. His dog Pickle- I chose the name when I was twelve -jumped on me, almost knocking me on my butt.

"Hey, Pickle," I cooed, petting his soft head, and he wagged his tail back and forth. Pickle was the cutest dog ever. He was a seven year old German Shepard.

"Want a drink?" Carter asked. I straightened up and took my coat off.

"Sure," I said, and threw my coat on his old couch.

I followed him into the kitchen, and plopped down in the torn chair, and propped my feet on the "table". Carter opened the old fridge and took out two cans of beer, throwing me one.

"Thanks," I said, cracking open the can, taking a long gulp. He sat down in the other chair, and stared at me.

"Are you gonna get me some clean pants or what?" I smirked.

He nodded and left the room. I called Pickle over to me, and he sat on the floor beside me while I pet him. Carter came back in, and threw a pair of sweatpants at me. I changed into them and lied down on the couch, and fell asleep.