Melissa Rodrigez:
Conspiracy
Chapter One
That day we were going on a trip. We arrived at a hotel. My dad went to store to buy us some food, while my mom and I were cleaning our hotel room. "Melissa, darling, go wash up!" So I went to the bathroom and took a shower. After I got out and got dressed I went to find Mom. "Mom where are you?" There was no reply. "Mom?"
I looked everywhere, but couldn't find her. Then I walked to where the couches were and saw her. I saw her body gushing out with blood. "Mom!" I started crying. It felt like a knife had gone through my heart. I couldn't bare to look at her anymore. Dad had never come back that night. I was all alone.
The police came and took her body. They questioned me about what I knew. They had taken me to a foster home. The people there were nice, but not as nice as my family. Every single day, I spent most of my time thinking about who killed my mom, and what happened to my dad. The foster home was big and it had a lot of rooms. My room was pretty plain. Nothing like my room back home, but it was all I needed. There were other kids there with stories just like mine. I felt quite bad for them. I made a few friends. Eventually all of them didn't want to be my friend anymore. They thought I was too "boring."