We left the restaurant and went to Johns house.I took a step out while John was home. I just needed to refresh my mind. A lot of things has been going on. I took about 2 hours out the house. I came back. The door is lock. Thats strange. I knock and bang on the door like 20 times. No answer. I go to the windows. One is cracked and unlocked. So I open it fully and climb through it. "John." I call out. No answer. "John. Are you playing a trick on me?" I say. No answer. I see a shadow. A familiar face I recognize is standing face to face with me. Its Hazel. "Since you wanted him so bad. He's in the room wating for you." She says. I know something is up. I walk to Johns room. "Ahhh No No No. This can't be happening. " Tears start streaming down my face. I began to cry loudly. John was......Dead. Blood coming from his chest. Hazel must've stabbed him. I walk out the room. Hazel is still standing there. I creep up from behind her. Im scared and breathless. I punch Hazel so hard. She passes out. Tears are streaming down my eyes still. Thats the hardest I've ever punched a girl. I dial 911 on John's house phone.
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Escape
Ficção AdolescenteA teenage year old girl who is parentless has defective problems in her life. She cuts school. She's just miserable. She runs away from a helpful shelter for homeless. Where can she go now?
