Mystery Girl

Mystery Girl

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Her voice. That's the only thing that was replaying in my head. The way she sang. I don't know who she is but I'll find out. I can't stop thinking about her. Her eyes, her smile, she's all I've been looking for and she just left when the clock struck twelve. Keaton Stormberg was one of your popular celebrities that was invited to a high school dance. Everyone with costumes and masks, no one knows who you may be. He meets a girl and when she sings he can't get her voice out of his head. He spends his time searching for her. ------------ Why do I have to go to this. Oh right cuz my older sister is dragging me along. There's this dance that our school is hosting and they were going on that E3 was invited. Callie, my sister loves them, soo here we go. Esmii Aguilera was just your ordinary girl. Did good in school, had the good girl image, athletic, and a secret that only her sister knew. Her sister, Callie Aguilera was the complete opposite. Bad girl of school, played pranks on people, and a dancer.
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Her name was Gabriella Quintanilla. She was a senior in high school during this time. She had the looks, all the boys, the popularity, the clothes, and even the grades. And in no way was she ignorant of any of these things--quite the opposite. She knew that she was above average in most categories of life, and had no problem reminding people repeatedly of that fact. I'm not going to lie---I didn't like her. Not at all. To be completely honest, I threatened to kill her with my bare hands. And the scary thing is, I meant it. I wanted her to die. I imagined dark fantasies of the light fading from her eyes right before my own, her pleading for me to spare her life. And in my fantasies, I wouldn't listen and I didn't care. She had tortured me for five years and I was utterly and simply sick of it all. Sick of her. My animosity towards Gabriella was no secret among my peers. Not many people liked her, so it's not like I stood alone on the concept. However I was the only one who voiced a threat. THE threat. The threat that got me on a suspect list in some cop's notepad. They want to know if I killed her. If they knew the whole story, would they blame me if I did? ©Copyright Timara M. Lewis 2013

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