Framed
"Put you hands behind your head and back towards the sound of my voice slowly. Don’t try anything risky were not afraid to shoot." a voice from a person I couldn’t see had said. I didn’t want to oblige but I knew from their voice they weren't bluffing about shooting. I reluctantly put my hands to my head and started backing towards the person who was repeatedly saying "Now mam please just do as your told." I finally did so, not taking my eyes of my once lively little sister. I guess this needs to be explained with a simple recap of the day because trust me this is just as confusing as it is for me as for you.
Lets start at the beginning shall we (of the day that is). So it all starts in 3...2...1...Lets begin shall we?
*Beep Beep Beep* the alarm clock started slowly and gradually got loader and faster (aka obnoxious) *BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP* "Anna please get up and turn off that alarm off now its going to wake up your sister." My mum yelled out from I'm guessing the kitchen. About five minutes later she politely stated her opinion again "ANNA IF YOU DON’T GET UP NOW YOU WILL MISS THE BUS SO IF YOU WANT TO GET TO SCHOOL ON TIME YOU
WILL GET UP RIGHT THIS SECOND BECAUSE TRUST ME I WILL NOT DRIVE YOUR LAZY-ASS TO SCHOOL." Just another normal day in our household. (My dear reader please don’t think I am trying to avoid the subject I think that its important that I tell you the basics first.) So finally at 7:30 I got up to get ready for my fabulous and luxurious life in my absolute favorite private school. (Yes reader there will be large amounts of sarcasm in this story, sorry.)
I walk out of my room in my navy blue and gray uniform to grab an apple to have something to eat on the bus which leaves in five minutes. So as my mom and my sister Christina who doesn’t go to school on Wednesdays, Thursday, and Fridays because of medical reasons says bye, I have to run out the door. As I was running I bumped into a man I had never seen in our tight-knit neighborhood which is extremely weird because well strangers are rare. (If you were wondering reader, I didn't think anything of this man at the time, I was to much in a rush...... Maybe that’s when things went wrong)
I made it to the bus without a second to spare and I sat in the middle of the bus in an empty seat that hopefully would stay like that until we got to school which was a lot to ask for a bunch of snobs but I could try. I was good until the last stop when a boy I never meet said, "Um........" (Dear reader this next part is about to be cruel to you, I apologize..... ) "Therewasno otherplacesonthebusandIhadnowheretositsomaybejustmaybecouldyoupleaseletmesitthere" I felt bad for him but the fact that a person at least a year older than me was begging for a seat was to funny for me to handle. I had a hard time sitting there with a straight face because well you know. The ride was smooth until we were about to pull up and he decided to start actually speaking. "Hey........" I wasn’t ready for a conversation so I said hi back and scooted closer to the window of the bus. Maybe he could sense my unease because he backed off. Finally the bus
stopped and we filed out. Then I noticed something suspicious..... the boy I was sitting by on the bus walked up to the man I saw walking in our neighborhood. Right then and there I had a choice. I could go on my boring life at this snobby school, or I could have adventure. As you could guess I chose the wrong one which yes is the new adventure. I followed the man and the boy to the back of campus which was only open to seniors which ha-ha being 16 and a junior I was not. (The back of the campus is not open to anyone else because only senior classes are back there.) As I headed to the forbidden area, I was filled with anxiety, worried this could ruin my future. I'm not scared though. Anyway what could go wrong. (SARCASM READER ONLY SARCASM.)
The man and the boy walk past the senior buildings and the track and end up in the wood that lead to my neighborhood. Me and my new found adventurous side followed them through the woods as quiet as a mouse and see my neighborhood. I get worried and hope my mom has left and Christina is laying down as we pass my house. Then well they stopped right by our back gate slowly open it and walk right in. I'm mortified thinking I need to call the police, but my phone is on the bus, so I can't. I was yet again obliged to follow the pair. We go in my backyard and they slowly open the back-door. I accidentally kick the lawn chair and they barely flinch. (At the time, I didn’t notice) They kept walking and so did I. I followed them into the kitchen were they sifted the drawers until they found something I couldn’t see. (I figured out later as soon will you.) The boy put it in his backpack and they slowly walked up the stairs and I followed.
I passed down the hallways passing my room, my moms room, and lastly they stopped in front of my sisters room. I knew by now she was sleeping and I think they knew to. The boy walked into Christina's room. I heard him say wake up or something to that extent. He had her follow him to the front door while the man was on the phone saying something barely audible to
me. All I heard was my address. I followed Christina worried she was in trouble . When they were in the front yard everything happened at once. He pulled out a familiar looking kitchen knife and stabbed her multiple times in the stomach, him and the man ran away. I ran up to my sister touched her wound and picked up the knife.He put his hand in her multiple wounds and wrote a word across her head then crossed it out. I wanted to walk away or scream but I couldn't. I heard the police sirens come yet I stayed still. I finally walked up to her grabbed the knife he left on the floor and threw it. I looked at Christina with the word pure crossed out on her forehead. Murder because of Mental disabilities. The police stopped about twenty feet away from me and well they took me away.
Now I'm here in prison cell number 257 listed as inmate number 012059.I am going to be stuck in here for 25 years or until they find me innocent. The thing is you are the only person who believes me. Even my mom is questioning me. I guess I will tell that story tomorrow but the warden is giving me a weird look now my dear diary. "Lights out" he says one more time. Goodnight until tomorrow, the day I find out more about the man and the boy who are truly murderers.
~Anna (5/8/2081)
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