8 Oct 2013
The Klique Killer
Looking straight into this world, I would tell nobody knew. No one I know could imagine what I, a seventeen year old girl, had done. People knew what was happening, but none of them knew who to point fingers at. The news played the same thing every night; please help us find this killer. This must stop now. I kind of liked the attention they put on this, made me feel like I was in charge. I made fear come to everyone’s eyes. There was no stopping me now. Tonight, February the seventeenth, will be the night.
When my day dream finally ended, I planned for the evenings agenda. I would need my wig and makeup of course. This is why no one knew. Normally, a seventeen year old girl wouldn’t pry on girls of the same age, but I’m not a normal girl. Those girls deserve their death penalty anyways, especially Kallie. She ruined my life. She started horrific rumors about me, took Austin away from me, and if that wasn’t enough, she decided to turn everyone against me. So I made up my fake life. I soon became Mr. Charles Dean Williams. Not to brag, but I was pretty hot as a guy. Every girl wanted me, but I only wanted certain ones, the ones that had hurt the real me. For awhile, I was nervous about being caught and taken down. But with my disguise, no one could catch me. I continued to think about all that I needed. I’d need my knives that I bought at Wal-Mart and the alcohol too. I already had the bleach at home and the gloves. Tonight, I was bringing Nicole Kwansey to my second house. To get to this house though is dangerous. It’s on a vacant lot that wasn’t claimed and is in the middle of the woods. I’m not sure all of who goes to the house, but not many return home.
While thinking of all this, I forgot to listen to what was being said at the lunch table.
“So from what I’ve heard, they’re calling this guy the ‘Klique Killer.’ And apparently they still have no idea who the hell this wacko is. But on...