Whodunnit

Whodunnit

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Fiction
Mystery
Society is Divided. On a scale from 1 to 10. The ones are lower class subjects. The closer you are to 1. Your mistreated and struggle to work with little pay. The 10's however are the higher class subjects. The closer you are to 10 you work less but get paid more. Every year 16 people from different subjects are choosen to be on world wide television show "Whodunit" All 16 are to be in a house for 2 weeks. One of the 16 subjects could just be the murder. 16 will enter. Only few will leave. Only two weeks. Two weeks that determine if you will live or die. But be careful cause it may not be a subject who is the murder. On nights when the bell rings. Hide.
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They say what's in the past keep it in the past but I wanted to know all about my past. It was things that I didn't know and that I wanted and needed to know! But my life turned upside down when my past is exactly what I should have left alone. Now if you ask me how it all began, I don't exactly remember but I know it started when I moved in with my grandma who I haven't met in all my twenty years of living. I have been in and out of foster homes since I can remember, living with families I knew nothing about. Being the outcast and them constantly asking me what's wrong because I simply did not speak. The only thing that kept me sane was my good grades throughout school. I got the satisfaction of doing the one thing that people kept telling me over and over I couldn't do. I stayed to myself and graduated high school with honors, getting a full-ride scholarship to any college of my choice. Of course, by having this accomplishment, it didn't make it any easier for me between my foster families. To them, I became the girl who was better than them. But I didn't care because when I turned twenty I finally got to start making my own choices. This is where I wonder if the first choice I made was the right one. The first choice I made was to go live off-campus with my grandmother during my first semester in college. I ask myself how could I be so stupid? But you will see just how stupid I was. Or was I?

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