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CHAPTER 1.
Ok so I guess I'm just a normal teenage girl. I go to the local school in Connecticut; Junior high. I'm an only child with a mom who wants me to be the prettiest girl in school. Basically she doesn't want me to grow up. I mean, come on! What 16 year old still has pink butterfly Barbie wallpaper? It's totally messed up. Thankfully, I have the greatest amount of friends and a super hot boyfriend, Ashley. He's quite tall, gorgeous blonde hair with sea blue eyes. He's totally to die for. My dad died when I was 5. His death was unknown. I've always wanted to investigate what actually happened. The cops are useless these days. It broke my mum's heart and she's never been the same since. I've learnt to deal with it and move on; I mean he wouldn't want me to be sad about it and let it ruin my whole life would he?
The next day I woke up ready for school. Brushed my teeth, sorted out my medium length chocolate brown hair and got dressed. I don't have time for breakfast so I just eat extra lunch. Just as I was putting on my shoes, the doorbell rang. I answered it and there he was. My super hot boyfriend. (I swear every time I see him I get goose bumps?) "Hey" I said blushing.
"Hey babe" he replied and moved closer and kissed me on my cheek. I could feel my cheek getting hotter and tingling. "Are you ready?" Ashley walks me to school every day. I love that about him. He is super protective. I can always trust him.
"Yeah I'm ready" I said stepping out of the house. "Cya later Mom!" I shouted.
Ashley and I walked hand in hand to school. Occasionally he'd untangle his hand from my hand and slip it into my back pocket. I loved it when he did that. "So what are you up to after school today?" he asked.
"Oh nothing really, the usual, being bored." I replied. It's true. I get up to nothing after school. I just sit around watching TV
"Well do you want to come round my place? My mom and dad are out so we have the place to ourselves" He said grinning. Another thing, yes I am a teenager but I'm not one of those teenagers that are obsessed with having you know... and Ashley knows that. However I must admit I adore spending time with him with no one else around.
"Sure, I'd love to" I said smiling back at him. I turned to face him and stared into his blue eyes. He was staring into mine as well.
"You know, I really do love you Jess" he said. I could see his face getting red. He looked so cute when he gets embarrassed. I smiled at him and hugged him. He smelt so nice. His hands were around my waist and then he kissed me smack bang on the lips. I mean yeah I've kissed before but this one felt different. It made my legs feel like jelly. When the kiss unfortunately had finished, I whispered into his ear "I love you too, but we're gonna be late for school." We carried on walking until we reached the school. Ashley was the quarterback in the football team and I loved watching him play. He always looked hot in the football uniform.
"I'll see you later" He said kissing me quickly and then headed off to his friends.
"BOO!" Isabelle shouted from behind my back. She made the hairs on my arms stand up.
"Jesus! You scared the crap outa me!" I said catching my breathe. Isabelle was my best friend. She has been my best friend since kindergarten.
"Well that was my intention" she said sarcastically.
"Yeah whatever come on let's get to class we're going to be late" I said walking away.
"Jess wait up! I have important news" she shouted after me.
"What is so important?" I asked. Whenever Isabelle had important news it was always something that wasn't important like when she gets a new pair of jimmy choo's. I must say I wasn't into all that fashion updates and stuff. I just wear whatever I feel comfortable in.
"Right, you know number 24 from the football team?" she asked obviously wanting me to know who she was on about.
"No but carry on" I said trying to sound interested.
"His name is Jacob but yeah he asked me out!" she said jumping up and down happily. Isabelle could get any guy she wanted. She was really pretty. Her hair is long blonde and shiny there is not one day she comes to school with messed up hair. She is quite pale but it's the nice looking pale not like the overly pale that looks like you've got a piece of paper over your face. And she had really nice hazel eyes. I wish my eyes were hazel; my eyes are just really dark brown and most of the time you can't even see my pupil.
"Cool! So when are you meeting up with him?" I replied and this time I actually was interested.
"Tonight after school" she said clapping her hands.
"Oh right well text me how it goes because I'm going to Ashley's tonight" I said. I knew she wouldn't actually text me. She would call me because whenever something good happens and I ask her to text me, she just calls me anyway. "Come on let's get to class we're already 5 minutes late" I nagged.
Our first lesson was English. I loved English but it felt like it was over too soon. The rest of the day flew by and by the time it was 3:15, the bell rang and everyone rushed home. Ashley was waiting outside my class.
"Hello beautiful" He said grinning and taking my hand.
"Oh be quiet, you and I both know I'm not beautiful" I said, but it was flattering. Every girl deserves to be told she's beautiful.
"Oh yes you are, and don't let anyone tell you different" he said in a really weird tone of voice. He must be in a good mood.
"What's made you in such a good mood then?" I asked smiling into his eyes.
"I'm just happy I can actually be alone with you tonight. We're hardly ever alone" He replied still smiling at me.
"So am I. So what are we going to be getting up to tonight then?" I said hoping he'd get the idea that I was not ready for 'IT'.
"I haven't thought of that yet" he said. I actually didn't think of what we were going to do either. I guess we're just going to go with the flow.
We walked home; his arm was around my shoulder and we we're just talking. It was nice. We we're just talking about how our day was and just anything that popped up in our heads. As we arrived at his house we went straight up to his room and just lay on his bed. We were both lying on our backs until I turned to my side and put my arm on his chest. It's amazing how we can just talk about anything and not get bored. A few minutes later he turned onto his side as well and we just looked into each other's eyes for quite a long period of time. I wanted to know what he was thinking as he was looking at me. I bet he wanted to know what I was thinking but all I thought was how perfect he was. He wasn't like all the other boys. He was individual and I was lucky to have him. Then he leaned in and cuddled me. I loved being in his arms. He moved his head from my shoulder and kissed me once again. It wasn't like a messy saliva city kiss; it was soft and just perfect. I didn't want it to end but obviously it had to.
"I have to get going in a bit" I said cuddling him again. It was getting late. It was 6pm, Mom would be wondering where I was plus I had to be home for dinner.
"Okay I'll walk you home" He said returning the hug. I Sat up and got of the bed went downstairs and got my shoes on. He followed behind me and we both walked slowly taking our time. I liked being with him and he liked being with me so there was no need in rushing.
As I reached my door, I rung the doorbell but no one would answer. I kept on pressing it again and again.
"Mom isn't working today? Where is she?" I said to myself but to Ashley as well.
"Try the back door" He said. As we walled round, we found the back door flying open.
"What the heck? She never leaves the back door open" I said getting worried. "Mom?" I shouted.
"Mrs Comber?" Ashley shouted as well.
"Where is she?" I muttered and we both walked inside to see muddy footprints on the cream carpet. We rushed upstairs. "MOM?" I shouted. I was seriously getting worried. Ashley was holding my hand tighter than usual, he was blatantly worried too. Then as we walked into her bedroom, we found her lying on her bed when a knife plunged into her tiny little chest. Blood was all over the covers. I screamed. She was pale and her eyes were shut.
"Mom! Wake up! Ashley! Call 911!" I screamed with terror. Tears where running down my face. I pulled her into my lap and started rocking her, begging for her to wake up. My hands were covered in her blood. I didn't care. I couldn't lose her. But then I stopped, taking in the fact she wouldn't wake up and that this was the last time I'd ever get to hold her.
My mom had just been murdered.
