The Way He Kills

Wow, its been a long time. I know i said a while ago that i had a new story that i wanted to start, and i never got around to it, but i've decided to just go for it, and if i can't keep up with it, oh well. But i'll give you what i have right now, and well see how it goes.

The Way He Kills (a work in progress)

Everyone knows that classic story, the girl and the guy live next to each other, become beat friends, they fall in love, and they get married and start a happy family. That's not my story. This is my childhood home. MY town. But no, HE had to move into the house next door. Derek Alexander.

*11 years ago*

"Rosiee!" 6 yeah old me yelled at my best friend, Rosalynn, who lived next door in the yellow house with the white fence. That's what it'll always be to me. The yellow house with the white fence, the house of Rosalynn.

"Addy! Mommy got me a new toy!" She giggled as she pulled a stuffed teddy bear out from behind her back.

"Isn't it pretty, Addy?" She stared at its bow around its neck in amazement.

*Fast forward 10 years*

On the day of my birthday, April 4th, the one thing i was looking forward to was the fact that i got to see my best friend at school. Yeah. I had school on my birthday. Of course. I was surprised when she didn't show up that morning. 'Huh.' I though 'She must just be late.' So I went on with my day, thinking she'll jut show up later. But when she didn't, I didn't get upset about it, she was probably home sick. So I took the bus home, and went straight to Rosie's. There was a "For Sale" sign in the front yard, and I eyed it suspiciously.

'No' I thought. 'No no no no' I ran to the door, slamming my fists on it and I yelled her name over and over to see if she'd come outside.

"Rosie, Rosie no..." I silently wept as I walked to my porch. As I approached the door, i noticed a letter taped to it.

'Dear Adrienne,

You are and always will be the best friend I've ever had. I'll miss you and i swear i'll try to visit. But my family had to move. California. Not too far away. But i'll call you and write you and everything.

Xoxo

Rosie'

I could see her tear drop at the end of the letter, right next to the most recent one of mine that fell. I cried. And cried. And cried. I don't even know how long. She was one if my only friends.

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So if anyone who reads this can give me feedback on it, its not really that edited, it's almost midnight on a school night (i'm going to regret staying up) and maybe a couple votes?

Maybe 3+ for the next chapter?

Thanks guys, as always.