My mom, Angelica Collins was 39 when she died. We were all devastated the way she had died. Mom was murdered by Everton Stone. He has never been caught and the reason I sliced my finger last night was because I thought I saw him in the kitchen of our small, yellow, cottage kitchen. Scared, I jumped and the knife went down on my finger. I could've swore that I saw him, he was standing right through the window.
I was in the room when my mother died. Around town the kids pick on me and call me detective Dove because I drew photos of the man for the detectives. Everton Stone is a stocky man, around 5'9, and dark brown hair with glasses. No he isn't the Zodiac Killer, but now that I think of it, he could be. What am I saying anymore, I'm too caught up in this. My mother is deceased I can't do anything about it. All I can do is help the police officers.
My mom is a lot more than just her death. She is a sweet, tall woman with long, black hair. She was my best friend. Mom was the best role model, she followed her dreams. Mom was a thriving artist and sold many of her pieces for museums. She loved me and my dad even more than she loved art. I just wish she could've stayed with us.
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The Chilling Story of Dove Collins
Teen FictionDove Collins is on a quest to find out who killed her mother. She will do anything it takes to avenge her mother, even killing the person who killed her mom, Everton Stone.
