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Stephanie- (Before she died)
I felt shaking beneath me. I was in the trunk of a car. 'Come down with love' by All star weekend could be heard blasting through the speakers. It suddenly got rockier; I heard the car door slam. "Steph, are you awake?" It asked, I didn't say a word. I heard the keys go start to turn. I braced myself; my hands were bound by cuffs. When she opened the trunk I hopped out and ran. I Knew where I was, I knew they would catch up to me. I attempted to leave my prints all over the rickety house. It lay in the middle of nowhere, the windows were chipping, and the floor was dusty. We fund this place when we were looking for a place to hide Julia's body. But then we ended leaving her on the street. I couldn't fathom why we did that. I know I was going to die today, but at least I repented.
Detective's office (3rd person point of view)
The office was empty all except detective Howards and deputy Stevens.
They were going to be working all night to figure out the murderer who was terrorizing the quaint town of Degrassi. They had been to Stephanie parks house earlier today. Her mother as expected was in hysterics, they found what they thought to be valuable evidence. The wooden floor hadn't been swept in a while; the detective couldn't be more excited for a messy teenager in his life. It seems someone had taken Stephanie out of her room. There were shoe prints on the floor. Her mother claims that Stephanie hated wearing shoes in the house. So if these were not her shoe prints then whose were they?
They went through all her shoes, none matched the prints. It was defiantly abduction.
They went through her laptop, nothing but projects. She seemed like a down to earth girl. Then a message popped up.
Ur worst nightmare: I wouldn't bother if I were u detective. She's gone and any others will be too. She was just as guilty as I am.
They were hoping the suspect was being carless. After all they were carless enough to leave the bodies on the rode. They quickly contacted a computer analyzer. They wanted to track the IP address. When the analyzer finally came she went to work. They were too late though. The account was taken down. They should've known better. The first rule: keep them talking. They had run into a dead end. Frustration surged through them. What did they mean by: she was just as guilty as I am?
Shhh. Remember reader you know nothing. Julia's funeral is tomorrow. See if u can spot me, I'll be the one in a white dress, but then again there will probably be a lot of people in white dresses. Catch me if you can oh wait, you can't.
Eli- (Julia's funeral)
Clare was standing near me; she doesn't know that I'm the one who turned her in. She seemed innocent, her whit fluffy dress giving her the look of an angel. Maybe she was innocent, my grieving made me turn in my best friend, how could I. It seemed as if everyone was wearing a white dress. Clare, her mother, Fiona, Jenna, Adam (his mom wanted him to dress like a girl one final time.) and a girl who was hiding her face. It was like she too was hiding something. I couldn't quite make out her facial features. I wasn't even sure if anyone here knew her. I didn't cry at the ceremony, I had cried enough the past few days. Clare and I walked towards the food tent which was only a mere ten feet from Julia's grave. We were followed by a group of mourners. I felt ineradicably guilty for what I did to Clare. So instead of taking her into the tent I navigated her towards the hearse. Ha, a hearse, at a cemetery. How unbelievably fitting. I hated when irony worked against me. We sat down, not looking at each other; I moved my eyes towards her. Her blue eyes were a nice contrast to her white dress. I couldn't help it, this felt right. I had cheated on Julia before, but this wasn't cheating. Julia knows what I did, I am ecstatic that she has a forgiving nature. I kissed her and she kissed back without hesitation.
I'm not getting what I want and I am not happy. I saw them kiss, I figured once he saw me he would treat me like he is treating Clare right now. He would grab me and have his way, I had him once, but I don't have him now. Clare must pay for this; her death will be like Julia's. Slow but not very painful. (Hey, I'm not completely heartless.)
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