Until that day, fear had been an idea, a concept. Now it was real: a feeling I would carry inside of me for the rest of my life. The day began innocently enough, with spending time with a few friends of mine that broke the law every once in a while.
That one person who used to be a classmate called Roger Klotz. he's always been that kind of person, but never was who wouldn't break into houses or anything like that. It wasn't Roger's character for that.
He's murdered a few people in the past, but somehow he always wanted me and Skeeter for that part of his plan. Whenever we reported Roger to the police department, the sheriff always saw Skeeter and I were innocent.
This gets old because whenever he has his sentence expires, he does it again. Today I wasn't there for a change. Something Roger didn't like. Skeeter was there, so he was able to share with me.
My name is Doug Funnie. It was towards the end of July when Skeeter told me this story Roger had.
Dear Journal,
Have you ever thought you were always the one who was innocent? Today Skeeter shared another story about Roger Klotz.
Am I happy I wasn't there this time to see it for myself. But I could imagine it anyway.
Sometimes Roger blames it on us when we aren't around to see for ourselves. I was outside when Skeeter showed up. I was outside when Skeeter showed up. I was enjoying the beautiful weather when he was headed my way.
"Hi, Doug. What are you doing?" he asked.
"Hi, Skeeter. Just enjoying the beautiful weather. How about yourself?"
"Nothing, really. I bumped into Roger on my way here."
"What's he up to now?"
"I don't know. He was headed somewhere, but I don't know his plans. You know how he is."
I had to agree with him.
"I somehow have a feeling that Roger might end up in jail again," Skeeter said.
"I was thinking the same thing. Have you been to the police?" I asked.
"I just came from there. When I was able to leave, I came right over. You were lucky that you didn't come with us this time."
"I know. Roger had never been a nice to anybody, even on my first day when I moved out here to Bluffington."
"You didn't miss much when we first met and became friends."
"I believe it. What do you think of the trouble he will get into next time?"
"I don't think you want to know, Skeeter, and neither do I."
"I agree to that one. Next time, Doug, let's not get involved with Roger or anything, no matter what he wants to do."