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False Modesty
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Complete, First published Nov 06, 2014
I was accused of murdering Brooky Joey, a girl I had a huge dislike for. Her body was found and the evidence taken suggested that I was the killer. Not everyone believed me, especially when my hair sample was on her, or the bloody shoe print matched the sneakers I always wore nor the fact that she was the perfect girl, and I wasn't. The trial was the dreadful day, the day I would be claimed guilty or not guilty. Some said I was, some said I wasn't...I'll leave you to decide which judgement was true...
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She was beautiful, her smile could light up the room. She had so much promise, an excellent student. I can't believe this happened to her, she did everything right. When a young girl is taken from the world it seems like they're always perfect. Adventurous, caring, beautiful, altruistic, not a blemish on their character. So the world laments their passing, grieves for the light that left the world to early. They become so determined to find the monster who did it to them that they won't rest until the girls been given justice. But, what about girls like me? The ones who live in the shadows, who walk in the mud to survive. The ones who had no promise, no gleaming smile or impressive academic record. The ones who fade from the world as if they were never there. The world doesn't care about those girls, they don't fight for closure. So it's up to me to get my own justice. I look down at the watch on my wrist, the glowing numbers showing 72 hours. Three days before I'm gone forever, three days to find the man who killed me.