They say that even the worst of days can have a happy ending. They say that it'll all get better in the end. They say that everything happens for a reason. I don't believe any of this to be true. I don't really believe in anything anymore. All I know is that I never meant to kill Sarah Parker...
It was a day seemingly like any other. I woke up at 6am to the faint arguing of my parents. I got up out of bed and had breakfast, I got dressed into endless streams of outfits, and I still looked like shit. It was all a given. Day in, day out, nothing exciting ever happened to me. Except today was different. Today was the first day of Senior year and I was going to stick to my plan of being invisible.. (yeah sorry this isn't another high school story about some blonde bitchy teenager who doesn't get the guy of her dreams. If you want that then I recommend leaving now. This is my story of how I went from being an awkward teenager to a killer who is on death row.).