Cadence Reinke.11 Small Town The cold breeze softly blows in the air, softly dancing against a woman’s exposed shoulder. The goosebumps rising on her skin through the ripped brown sweater and black straight ripped jeans. The dark, but bright red liquid stains her body and clothes. The wood crackling and burning in the fire, sending the heat outwards, almost like it was creating a bubble; a bubble of security. The smoke rises into the dark night air, making its own form of clouds. She brought the cigarette up to her mouth, breathing in the drag, feeling the smoke fill her mouth. She blew it out from her mouth, a small, but devilious smile on her face. There was no going back, nothing could change the past, nor the future...or maybe it could. Who is she? Just the little evil nightmare that lives in the small friendly town. The girl with a plan, the girl who knows everything about everyone. She knows every secret. She had transformed f the girl everyone loved and trusted l to the girl everyone feared. They don’t know she is the nightmare running around the town. The girl with a bright shiny smile on her face has some demons in her life. She has many secrets, secrets that would haunt many people, scare them so badly they’d have nightmares every night, ~~~ “Who would even hurt her? What even could have been the motive?” the woman said. Her skin was like a dark chocolate, almost like the dark night sky, and her bright green eyes shone like stars. The black dress she had on blew softly from the small breeze in the air. Serena was her name: peaceful and tranquil. “She was an innocent and sweet girl” the girl next to her said. Her hair was just above her shoulders, almost like the banging bob cut. She was tall and skinny Even without her heels she was tall. She was smart, loving, kind, and had a great sense of style. Courtney was such atypical name for a girl like her. “Revenge.” A voice came from beside them. They turned their heads to the side to seea woman wearing a black shirt with black ripped jeans. Tears stained her face, her eyes were red. Her bottom lip quivered, holding back the tears and sobs. She was the new girl;the girl people found mysterious anddifferent. Marianne, or Anne, : rebellion and grace. “We need revenge.” “Just because your name literally has the word ‘rebellion’ in it…” A brunette woman said. Jane: a gift from God. She had medium length hair, resting just two inches below her shoulders. She was wearing a black lace dress with black and white converse. Black sunglasses covered her face, she didn’t want people to see the pain on her face. “Stop trying to act like this tough person, Anne. You try to act-” “Jane!” Another woman snapped at Jane. “Sorry Hannah” Hannah, the popular girl, the girl that knew everyone and everyone knew her. “Just stop trying to act all bad and dangerous, when everyone knows you wouldn’t hurt a fly.” Jane reached into a small green bag she had in her possession. She pulled out a lighter and a cigarette. She handed one to Courtney, Hannah, and Serena. Anne never smoked, hated when people smoked. Jane lit them all, since they didn’t have any lighters. It was the 80s, people didn’t care about teenagers smoking. At least not in a small town. Smoke left their throats as they looked down at the grave. This was going to change everything.. Wallace was a small town in Idaho surrounded by mountains and pine trees. This wasn’t the typical place for murder to happen. The last murder dated back 60 years ago. It was a peaceful town with lovely and caring people. This murder was going to change the history here. “17 year old Rose Bartley was murdered going for a run in the park. We have very little evidence about who the attacker was or why this reason could be.” The sheriff said into the microphones. “I know everyone who is watching is scared and worried about their family and themselves. “This is a small town with a bunch of angry people. He couldn’t have gotten far in a town this small.” He walked away from the stage. A commercial quickly came on. The people broadcasting tried to get the disturbing thoughts about the case out of their minds, but it wouldn’t work. People felt unsafe, like they were being hunted, watched, like someone was peaking through the curtains. Danger could be anywhere the murderer could be your next door neighbor; heck it could even be someone in your family.. Maybe someone
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