He went back to skipping stones. When he seemed bored, he went to check his phone. When he was distracted, I unzipped my backpack and took out a roll of duct tape. I scurried to the large rock and lifted it up a bit. I quickly grabbed the knife. He was playing Candy Crush. How nice.
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Lilith's Diary
General FictionA 14 year old girl's diary describing the events before, during, and after she murdered her best friend.
