Lolita Daysmature
On the 18th of August, the buchtered body of Sam Malord was found in the local junkyard. His body had been torn up by either some very large animal. or in my opinion, a chainsaw.
I know your wondering who I am, so let me introduce myself.
My name is Naomi Sanders, and I'm the new kid at Cederville high.
Being a senoir, I'm told to plan for my future, but to be honest I'm not sure I'll get the chance to have one.
That murder I told you about happened one day after I enrolled into the school, so most kids think I'm bad luck, and not only that but I have the nickname "Doll" because of my gothic lolita style. It's rather unpleasant.
Also, I'm being targeted by not only the police, but the killer as well. I know this because I'm getting dead flowers left on my doorstep at my apartment.
Even my neigbhour Casey is getting conserned.
The first time was Wednesday, when Casey rang my doorbell at five that morning.
I opened the door to see Casey standing in his bathrobe holding the flowers.
"Casey, really? I figured you would get dressed first." I said with a impish smirk. Casey ignored my comment and told me he found these outside my door.
I took them from him and told himt to go back next door, making it seem like I was going to throw them out, but against my better judgement I kept them. The only other time I got flowers was when a murder was comitted. And everytime I kept them, I was obsessed with the sense of death it brought to the place. I guess you could call that my new vice. Although after my last set, I think I'll go and buy some black roses, and watch them slowly die, so that I'll feel closer to death, just the way I like it.
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