Adalia was a girl with a bright future. There was no one that could stop her. But she was in wrong place at the wrong time. Just another victim of a violent crime. She just got a new job and wanted to celebrate. She was person always on time, never late. Her friends knew something wasn't right. When she didn't show up that night. They went to her house to see if she was there. What they found would begin their nightmare. The door was unlocked which was unusual. This was something she didn't do at all. They found her lying in her bed. With a puddle of blood around her head. She died long before they ever arrived. There was no way that she'd be revived. Then they heard a deep voice behind them. Their friend's death didn't end the mayhem. He pulled out a gun and shot them too. They had no idea what they got themselves into. Now there was four dead instead of one. There was plenty of time for the criminal to run. Nobody was caught which meant no justice. Whoever did this disappeared into the darkness. It was classified as burglary that ended badly. With results that were obviously deadly.
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michelle_petterson: I really thought that poem
was awesome, I love how you
had an intriguing story line! on June 03, 2004 12:33 AM
