"You're late," said Jenny, pouting. She was dressed and ready to go.  Even her cold seemed to have gone away. Amy threw her book bag on the floor and swept her hair away from her face. 

            "Sorry.  Had to give something to Mr. Krutz. You… are ready." Amy said, looking at Jenny. 

            "No.  I still have to change my clothes and brush my hair." Jenny said sarcastically.  "What do you think?"

            "Sure, what ever."  Amy opened the door again and went out, Jenny following her. Amy went down the stairs and Jenny closed the doors. 

            "You know, I don't really know mom that well, so you help choose her gift.  I'll pay."  Amy said as they walked into Gap (they are in seaport (is that how u spell it?)).  She stuck her hands into her jean pockets and looked around.  She would definitely never be seen in a place like this buying clothes. Nope, no sir.  Never.  Look at all the fancy clothes. 

            "Sure." Jenny said, a hint of sympathy in her voice.  Amy ignored it. 

            "Call me when you find something or finish shopping."  Amy stepped out of Gap and went to a vendor and bought a coke.  She took a seat on the empty bench (omg! There's actually a seat!) and started to drink her coke.  She looked up at the sky.  It wasn't fair.  Wasn't fair at all.  Why did Jenny know mom so much? Why does mom love her more?

            Maybe it's because you were an idiot Amy.  Maybe it was because you chose to do the wrong thing.  Maybe it was because you were a murderer. "I wasn't a murderer… I didn't do it.  I didn't." Amy whispered, her eyes tearing up.  "It wasn't my fault.  It wasn't." She chugged down the rest of the coke and wiped her mouth.  She threw the bottle on the floor violently and started to cry.  She covered her face with her hands and cried.

            "You know, you shouldn't litter."  Amy looked up and saw Mandy.  She was holding the bottle and two gap bags.  Amy sniffed and took the bottle.  "What's wrong?" Mandy asked, taking a seat next to Amy.  Amy wiped away her tears and took the tissue that Mandy was offering her. 

            "Nothing.  Just crying for no freaking reason." Amy forced a smile and looked at Mandy.  Her long auburn hair was perfect. She wore a pink t-shirt and a pair of jeans.  She didn't look like a killer.  Not at all.  Not like me. Amy pushed back her hair and tugged on her black t-shirt.  Not like it'll help though.  Mandy smiled and tucked her hair behind her ear. 

            "You could tell me.  I don't bite."  She said jokingly.  Amy studied Mandy's face.  I only know her for one day.  But she looks so, trustable.  Amy took a deep breath.

            "You really want to know?" Mandy smiled and nodded. "Well, once upon a time…" Amy looked over to Mandy.  "You mean you want to hear my life story or just why I am crying?"  Mandy smiled. 

            "What do you think?"

            "Why I'm crying."

            "Yeah. But if you want to, you could tell me your whole life story." Amy rubbed her eyes and took another deep breath. God, I've been doing that a lot lately.

            "Ok.  I used to live in Canada.  In Toronto.  Well, everything could be considered great.  I had a life, I think. My mom's a single mother.  Then she got married to this guy named Bobby.  Then I got a little sister.  Everything's okay, I guess. Well, that was when I was one. 

            "Anyways, me and my mother used to be, I repeat, used to be close. Me and my sister, Jenny's her name, used to be close to.  I mean, there wasn't that much difference in our age. Just one year. We were great pals.  I think she was my best friend. Then in fourth grade, everything changed." Amy bit her lip, blinked back her tears and continued.

            "There was this bastard who always, I don't know.  Well, he's a bastard.  Always bothering my sister and me.  One day, I was at a sleepover party with my friend, Brenda.  I think it was about one o'clock in the morning. I couldn't fall asleep.  So I went outside for a walk. I saw Karl, the bastard.  That f*cking asshole was putting graffiti on my house and on my mom's car.  He was drawing, well, inappropriate stuff of my family.  I just went up to him and started kicking him and screaming at him. 

            "He kept on blocking.  After like, a few seconds, he started to fight back.  He punched my in my face.  I started to bleed.  I bit my cheek.  So we were fighting like hell.  Suddenly, my sister came out.  Guess she woke up because of the commotion. Anyways, she helped my hold him down and told me to run.  I did back away for the first few minutes, but I saw him punch my sister. I couldn't help it.  I've hated him for too long, too much.  I took a shovel and hit him on the head." Amy couldn't hold back her tears any longer.  There were none left. She looked over at Mandy.  Mandy just stared at her, holding her breath.

            "Go on" Mandy whispered. Amy looked down at the floor.

            "He bled. I couldn't stop it. I didn't stop it. I was too scared. I was an idiot. I was scared, so I hit him again and again. I couldn't stop thinking of the things that he did to us. I-I didn't stop. He bled.  I killed him. I didn't mean to.

            "Later, I just went crazy. I realized that he was dead.  I was scared of him, scared of Jenny, scared of myself. I didn't know what to do! So Jenny told me that she read in books about murders.  Hell, I didn't even hear a f*cking word she was saying. I just stared at the body. But Jenny got me to help her carry the body to the streets, two blocks away." Amy let out a bitter laugh.

            "Hell, I didn't know where I got that strength from.  I was the only one carrying the body.  Jenny was washing the shovel and the grass. I dumped him on the streets.  Then I went back to Brenda's house and just slept in my sleeping bag.  I didn't fall asleep. I couldn't.  It was too scary.  Guess what though? The plan worked. The police didn't find out who killed him. But my mom did. She didn't tell Bobby. She just told him that we should leave. But the negative thing was that she thought that I was the only one involved in the killing. Jenny was clueless. I told her it was just me. I didn't want to hurt my sister. (Laughs bitterly) it's been four years now, and they still don't know. I'm really scared. Everyday I seem to have this feeling that he is still alive, that he's going to tell." Amy couldn't continue. She felt the phone on her belt vibrate. She took it, pushed the "call" button, and held it to her ear. It was Jenny.

            "Yeah?" Amy asked, wiping her nose with the tissue. 

            "Hey.  Done shopping. Where are you?"

            "Outside. Where are you?"

            "I don't feel that well.  Going home now."

            "What?" Amy looked around. "Where?"

            "Going down the subway near the little park. About to."

            "Uh, okay.  Guess I'll see you at home.  K? Bye."

            "K. Bye." Amy pushed the little red button and just stared at the phone. "I've got to go now." Amy whispered, still looking at the floor.  She didn't look at Mandy at all.  She got up from the seat and started to walk away.

            "Hey, you still here?" Amy asked Jenny.  She was at the subway station a few minutes later and still saw Jenny standing there. Jenny shrugged.

            "I was doing a little shopping myself."

            "Oh, okay." They stood there silently and stepped into the F train and took a silent trip home.

            They walked up the stairs to the fourth floor.  Amy opened the door and turned the lights on. She gasped.  The house was a total mess. The chairs were tipped over; a vase was on the floor, broken. Everything was on the floor.

Someone was in here. Someone was looking for something here, and I don't think they found what they were looking for. Amy walked into the room, with her sister closely behind her.  Jenny was clutching onto Amy's sleeve tightly.  Amy stepped over a fallen chair and picked up a piece of folded paper on the floor.  Amy opened the note.  She read it, and dropped it in horror.

            "What is it?" Jenny asked, worriedly. She picked it up and read it. Her eyes grew wide. "This is a sick joke." She turned to face Amy. "This is a sick joke, right? She isn't really dead, is she?

A/N: O sweet, got 4 reviews for the previous chapter, so heck, might as well make this one longer, and expect like, 4 reviews again.

SNEAK PEEK:

            "She (Lisa) was in 7th grade, one year younger than us.  Well, she was the same age as us, she was left back. So yeah, she could've known John."

            "Hell yeah she did! They were even going out. I have no idea what happened, but Lisa broke up with him, and I don't know, they hated each other and didn't say a word to each other since then."