After a terrible day at school I figured I would take a nap until dinner was ready. I pulled up into my driveway driving my grey Mustang and as I got up to the door I saw that it was already cracked open. I was curious as to why my parents left the door open when they were home. I slowly pushed the door open and yelled, "I'm home! Mom? Dad?" No answer. I started to run up the stairs of our 3 story mansion. I got to the second floor and yelled once more, "Mom? Dad? Hello?" No answer. I entered my parents room to a sight that I never thought I would see. Both of my parents dead on the floor with blood everywhere. I started to cry and scream as I thought that this couldn't be real. I reached for my phone and called 911, "Help me! My parents! They're dead! Someone killed them!" The 911 operator asked for my address and before I could tell her, I was hit in the back of the head with something really hard, almost like a brick. I fell to the ground and the last thing I heard before I passed out was the 911 operator saying "Hello? Hello? I can't hear her. Trace that the location of the cell phone. Ma'am,we are sending someone your way" and the last thing I saw was a note laying beside me labeled "To our sweet Ally"
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Living With the Player
RandomAlly Johnson is your average Senior at Gilbert High School in Arizona. She's pretty, she has the curvy body, she has the good grades, and has money that most wish for. But she is never noticed because she isn't popular. She has one friend which is h...
