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I saw flashes of red and blue lights as I stood there. Embraced in my mother's arms. Rachel Morgan was always a strong women. I can count on one hand how many times I've seen her cry. My mother was no victim offear,

but as I sobbed in her arms I felt her tears falling down my neck. The world's strongest women is broken. I don't know what life will look like now with my dad's dead body laying on the floor. I just hope my mom and I can be okay.

ONE MONTH LATER

BEEP.

BEEP.

BEEP.

BEEP.

I lazily reached my half asleep hand out from under my pillow and snoozed my alarm before I rolled out of bed. I'm normally not a morning person, but today... I was seriouslynot a morning person. Today is the first day of my senior

year. The first day of my new normal. I scoffed at the thought of normal. I practically live a life in a murder investigation. Cops are always in and out of my house with dozens of different case files just full of theories that gonowhere. All the leads
are dead ends. I know it takes time to solve these sort of cases, but I'm beginning to worry they'll never solve my dad's case. I placed my hands in my head and sighed. There wasn't time to worry about that now. I had a long day ahead of me.

I walked over to my closet and dug through my piles and piles of clothes. For most girls, the first day of school is treated like a debut runway when it comes to the outfit. I just couldn't be bothered this morning. I decided on a pair of dark wash
/skinny jeans and a casual white T. I walked over to my bathroom mirror and took one hard look at my pale and tired face before rolling my eyes and pulling out a hair brush. I quickly ran a straightener through the ends of my hair toget

rid of the extra friz from my graceful slumber. I quickly brushed my teeth and grabbed my backpack before running down the stairs.

"Hey kiddo. You ready for your first day?" I'm glad someone was eager for this day because I certainly was not.

I began to roll my eyes, "NO mom. I'm not ready to be known as the school freak that has weekly therapy sessions because she came home to her dad's dead body lying in the floor."

I noticed my mom's eyes begging to glass over as she sighed and placed her head between her hands. "No, mom I'm sorry. That's not what I meant. I'm sorry."

"No Cam. It's okay, I understand. You are just going to have to be strong for your dad and I."Ever since my dad died,my mom has been working too hard. She's been so tired lately. I haven't seen her sleep in weeks. She works with a big insurancerecovery
company. She used to travel around the country a lot. Always Commutingback andforth to New York from Roseville, but she hasn't gone in a while. I think she's just scared to leave me home alone with everythingthat's happened, or maybe
/she justlikes the extra company for herself. I wouldn't blame her eitherway.

She walked over and gave me a hug before I grabbed a protein bar for breakfast and walked out the front door. I drove to the school and sat in my car for what seemed like forever before taking a deep breath and walking out. I grabbed mybag and shutthedoor
behind me as Iturnedto examine my best route in the school without being noticed. I decided on the back door by the music hall since most of the kids in that hallway probably wouldn't recognize me anyway. I walked across the schoolto
/my locker trying my very hardest not to be seen. It wasn't too difficult considering most people were focused on trying to find their classes or friends.

I placed my extra books into my locker and was about to close it before I heard, "CAMMIE!"

My best friend Bex came sprinting down the hall. So much for going unnoticed. "Hey Bex." I smiled up at her returning the hug she gave me.

"Why didn't you answer my calls? My texts? My emails? MY EMAILS Cam. I even emailed you. You had me bloody worried! How are you doing?"

"Everything is fine Bex. It's been a month. I'm going to have to start moving on sooner or later."

"I know. I just worry, alright? Liz and I spent hours at Mace's just trying to get those gift boxes sent over to your house. It wasn't easy with all that security protection around your home. They practically stared us down for justdrivingby."

After my dad was murdered, the Roseville PD thought it would be good to have at least one or two squad cars patrolling my neighborhood to ensure there were no "murderes" out there. It got annoying realfast whenI had a police escort toeven

justgo to the grocery store, but it is what it is. Luckily we don't need that strong ofpolice protection anymore.

"Let's just get to class, Cam. What do you have?"

"English!" I responded with fake enthusiasm.

"Same here."

Bex and I strolled down the halls, but it wasn't long until the hallway was buzzing with whispers. I guess I couldn't stay invisible forever. Bummer.

I saw groups of friends whipser at each other,"Isn't that the girl who's dad is like...amurder investigation?"

"Wow,what a freak." I heard agirl chuckle.

"I heard she didn't leave her house all summer." Another voice snickered.

I rolled my eyes. None of these pointless comments could get to me. Bex put a reassuring hand on my shoulder, but I didn't need it. I was going to be strong for my for me. Until a certain Tina Walters approached me.

"Cammie! Cammie! Is it true you killed your dad yourself because he wouldn't extend your curfew?" Did she even know how ridiculous that sounded? Wait,of course not. Tina never knew.

"Is it?"

I was choking down my unwanted tears before Bex cut in, "WHAT THE BLOODY HELL TINA!" Bex began to shout some things and I heard her say something aboutTina's butt being fake and heardgasps exploded through the halls. I thinkI Heardretreatingfootsteps
/of Tina's, but I wouldn't know. I was already gone. I ran the opposite direction through the halls, letting the tears run down my face. I was about to turn the corner to the bathroom when I ran into something.

Or someone?

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to. I was just on my way-" I didn't even finish my sentence or look up to see who I ran into. Whoever it was, they did not need to see the tears running down my face as I sprinted away.

"Hey! Wait! Are you-" I didn't hear anything else before I shut the door to the girls bathroom.

Hoping nobody would enter that door, I sat in front of it. If I'm lucky Bex will realize I need to be alone right now. I wasn't in the mood to let anyone see me like this. As I sat on the hard times floor I began to re run the memories in myhead.

The flashing lights, the caution tape placed around our home, the loud sirens that never seemed to stop coming. I wiped my tears but they never seemed to stop.

After what seemed like a lifetime, I walked over to the sink to splash some water on my face. I took a look at my face in the mirror. 'Is it true you killed him yourself'Tina's words struck me as I realized something. My dad didn't die.

/He was murdered. I don't know why and I don't know how. Somebody murdered my dad and I don't know who. The person responsible for ruining my life is hiding out there somewhere and I'm going to find them.

I'm going to find them.

If you want me to continue lemme know. O.o