Tears

My name is Lexi Farmore, and this is the story of my death. I didn't bother brushing my hair this morning. Today I was going to juvie. I threw on some old clothes, I didn't care what I looked like. Because you see, I was framed. My twin sister, she killed 20 people... She blamed me because I was the one who always got in trouble. Well it was never me. My sister, she's very smart. She has a way of getting what she wants, or blaming who she wants. The only one who would have believed me is dead. My father was always by my side. He never quite liked my sister, that's why she killed him. As I finished packing I watched my sister give me a glare.