The Murder
By Kaila Elizares
November 19, 1973
Dear diary,
They don't know what there in for. They messed with the wrong person. They won't know what hit them or who hit them. I here their car... got to go. One shot, two shots, three shots. I am back. They heard me. I have to blame someone. My sister. Sorry Ash, but your the only one left. New head line, the 18 year old killer. Someones going down, and it's not gonna be me.
The first entry of many.
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