Don't Believe me I'm Telling The Truth

When I look at myself in the mirror all I see is a face staring back. Why doesn't anyone believe me, I'm telling the truth. I see blue eyes, obviously dyed brown curly hair that failed as it kinda sits straight but not, somewhat round face with a couple freckles here and there, rosy cheeks along with pale skin- along with couple spots.

I have muscles but not over doing it - as a police officer it was compulsory to work out.
I have a chest, not overly big and not for but they are in the middle - now that I think about it my left book looks slightly bi...I'll have to get that checked out.

Anyways I'm 5ft9 .

I'm me- Chester- Chester Lance Fanglefield

Ex police office

Right now I'm a 25 Year old female, no job, no kids, no parent's (kinda), no job and the big one "que drums" no lover.

What do I have? Well I have my best friend Alex who I met when I was 16. He helped me through some shit I got into a year ago between the police and a murderer....

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The guy who was sentenced for murdering the victim was set up- I know that- Alex knows because he trusts me and well the guy himself Knows. But the police won't believe us.

As soon as the homicides start again I realize that quitting my job as an officer was a big mistake-

But what was don't was done so I decide to take up the challenge to bring this fucker down for good......whoever this person is as I don't actually know who... but I have a hunch.

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That^^^Is actually so shit as a blurb but whatever. Read at if you want...obviously. it will be good...it's actually writing it😂😂😂