So it's my sixteenth birthday.
It's been a while since I've written in this thing. Not much really happened the last few years.
Okay, that's a lie.
I killed Jackie. I didn't mean to... I wasn't thinking. I was home alone, and I just... Snapped. For seemingly no reason. I was just filled with so much sudden rage and Jackie was right there...
I told Dad and Lily she ran away. Really, she's buried in the neighbor's yard.
I'm a terrible person. I'm absolutely terrible. I don't see why I'm alive. I don't see why Lily continues to look up to me. She's twelve and started middle school this past August. Not two weeks later she brought home an essay she had to write on someone she loved and admired.
She picked me.
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Diary of My Homicidal Sister
Teen FictionRiley Angela Covington was NOT your typical girl. She ripped the heads from her Barbie dolls and burned them when she was a child, picked fights with guys bigger than her, found pleasure in blood and gore and all things violent, and even held a knif...
