Sleep Killer

Chapter 1:

Surprise!!! The police are here to get you!!!


Micheal Oliver Mitchell walked up the school steps to Trojan High. His best buddy, Steeve Trevor Danielson, was sleeping on the hand rail. "Steeve! Wake up," He kicked him.

"Ouch. Hey, what's that for? I was just resting my eyes," He jumped off the rail, and was walking up the steps with his friend.

They walked past a bunch of kids. One of them , Louse Oscar-Sean Evan-Ronald , said, "Hey M.O.M. what's up?"

He rolled his eyes. M.O.M. was his initials. He had no clue way they would do that. Maybe they knew that it would in embarrassed him. Whatever the reason, everyone at school called him M.O.M., even the teachers. "I heard that there was another murder last night," Micheal said.

"How many is that now?" Steeve asked.

"7? 8? I forgot."

"Yea. Do the police have any leads?"

"They think the killer is some kid. But there not sure how he does it. I bet it's Bailey."

"No Bailey wouldn't hurt a fly."

"True."

They walked into the building avoiding bumping into people. When they got to the third floor they turned right and went into room 467. They saw Mr. Dickinson writing on the chalkboard there notes and homework assignment for the day. Mr. Dickinson was the worst and best teacher you could get for Algebra. He gave you every problem from the book for that one section, give you the notes, and then babble on about how important Algebra is and what's going on in the world today.

Everyone sat down and got busy with writing down what was on the chalk board. He then got into his usual Algebra can help you with this, and Algebra helps with that rutien. No one ever listened to him, and they certainly necer beleaved him either. Once he was finished he would go on about the news. Be then we started our homework, or was half asleep. After that he would bring up some topic, and we would usually start this debate on who's guilty, or if it was right or not to do what ever it is that happened. Today's topic: "Child Murderers".

We all came up with three people it could be: 1. Bailey, (who happened to be in the bathroom during that time) 2. The creepy home schooled kid down the street, or 3. The store clerk who always looked as if he's on a hang over. None of us could prove these people were suspects becuase none of us had any inrofmation about the killer other than the fact that he was a kid or the sizes of one.

"Hey, Steeve you still comeing over tonight?" Micheal said.

"Yes. Can I stay the night too. My parents are aruging again."

"Sure why not."

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Later that night Micheal and Steeve went to bed at Micheal's house. Around three in the morning Micheal woke up from sirens. He looked out his window, and was blinded by red and blue lights. The police were knocking on the door. His mother answered the door. They barged in with a warrant. He then realized that the FBI was there too. "We need to see Steeve Trevor Danielson.


Yes some of these people have weird intails. I did that on purpose. This story was creatd during Drama, and knowing me Drama class is on of the classes i don't think straight. So if you think this is messed up, well that sucks for you. Till next time . . .