CONVICTED Book 1-Luck Is My Frenemy

~[The story is under editing. Be advised.]~

Invited to a party, in over my head.

Walked through the door expecting a rave- I am
met with the aftermath, beer bottle and drunk twenty somethings- non of that mattered

I stepped over a body, shallow breaths.

This one wasn't like the rest.

Lights and sirens, all a blur. I remember only insignificance: one beer was crushed, one girl's shirt was riding up.

What I don't remember is, how did I get to where I am? County jail, behind the bars, the word 'murderer' echoing around me.

And it only gets more confusing from here.

WARNING mature content.