My Story Starts Out...

“You have a knife … don’t you?” I asked Chuck uncertainly.

 “No.” he lied.

I pressed my fingers to my forehead, tears rolling down my cheeks. “Yes you do!” I screamed and he put his hand over my mouth.

“Would you shut up? We don’t want them to hear us, do you?” He asked silently, releasing my mouth.

“And you don’t want us to be found because you have a knife. The knife they are looking for, right? It’s the same one, right? Its … it’s the one … that killed Bo. Right?!”

“Shut up, Kelly. Damn.” He covered my mouth again as my tears rolled over his big hand…

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No, my story does not start out right here. No, it doesn’t start out with me and Chuck hiding in the school’s library from the cops that are searching for a killer. No, it doesn’t start out that Chuck is the killer but then again, not everything is what it seems. My name’s Kelly Riley. Welcome to my nightmare.

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