Chapter 3
The interview
Approximately two days and we were off. Ashlynn was excitedly working on the script and Sasha was helping with the budget that the teacher just wouldn’t help with. Even with Fern’s influence she still didn’t trust us, maybe a little bit more, but still not that much. We were still undecided about the whole interviewing thing-y so we’ve just been searching on the internet and getting some old released police records.
“Okay, so the horror ora is looking pretty good,” Sasha mutters as she skims the pages we’ve got done. “Surprising, I thought you’d suck, Ashlynn.”
“Shut up!” Ashlynn snapped, snatching back the papers. “I’ve got a lot of work to do, don’t bug me.”
“Whatever,” Sasha said, walking to a seat.
RT frowned. “Don’t we have to write a boring segnala too, cause the video’s our visual?”
Lila shrugged, “I don’t know.” She smiled at him sweetly. “But since te suggested it start writing.”
“No! I’m just saying!”
“And I’m telling,” Lila says, giving him paper and pencil. “Unless te prefer typing.”
It’s funny how a whole of two days can bring an oddly like of group of Friends together, we already had crack jokes and what-not. And now, there’s no holding back our insults, because it doesn’t hurt. Maybe it’s because most of us were a bunch of loners, o maybe because were just friendly and easily welcoming.
Fern snatched the papers out of RT’s hands. “Let the nerd do it.”
“Hey Leader!” Chauncey called out.
“It’s Lewis.” I say, coming to her.
“Yeah whatever, anyways Leader should I research more, I should I just…”
“Well…what do we know so far?”
It’s a rhetorical question, because everyone who’s lived in this town for più than a anno knows, but Chauncey risposte me anyway. “Nothing, this guy’s a ghost, no DNA, no…nothing, nothing whatsoever.”
“Surprising,” I say sarcastically. “Anyway, maybe we can keep searching.”
Chauncey shrugged. “I was thinking of going to the police station, asking them, te know, più easier for our project.”
“And they won’t suspect?” I ask, critically.
“I’ll bring a camera to record everything, come on Leader! Let’s find out the masked killer, we could unmask him.”
“I don’t know,” I say doubtfully. “The last time kids asked police, with o without a camera, they got arrested.”
Chauncey grinned at me. “But they didn’t have conformation from their teacher, did they?”
I smile, getting what she’s hinting at. “Then I guess we should do it?”
“Um…what?” The police officer asked again, squirming.
“What did te do? Did te cerca for clues o what-not?” Ms. Arthur asked.
Jordan squirmed, and Lila looked like she wanted to ask something, but not with the teacher here. What happened? Well, it was surprising when she detto yes, however, I did expect her finding a way through it. She was her to ‘chaperone’, which in her language meant to follow us there, ask all the questions, and act like it was her project. Each time we tried to ask something she would shush us and make it seem like we were stupid, upon inspection it looked like she made the police più uncomfortable.
“Well is there anything-”
“Excuse me Ms. Arthur?” Lila said, unable to control herself, gave her a dashing smile. “But can I please interrupt for a second.”
“No actually I’m-”
“Why thank you, lovely teacher.” She smiled again. “Um, anyway, te detto that there appeared to be no DNA on the victim, can te explain that to us please?”
The police man, looking relieved nodded. “Yes, of course, when we examined the body there appeared to be nothing from the killer left on the victim, it was crystal clean.”
I could see Chauncey zooming the camera in, excited for something remotely interesting happening.
Lila nodded, looking like a reporter. “Crystal clean? Hmm, well, we all know who the victim is, was there anything else strange?”
The police nodded. “Well, it seems like all the victims had some sort of link o connection, like a pattern with the killer, as if there was an important reason as to why the killer did this. And all of his victims were usually clean, none of there stuff with them that they had when they left.”
“And te detto they were crystal clean,” Ashlynn murmured. “No marks, as if they were literally cleaned.”
The police man nodded. “This person…is very clever, they know what there doing, they know how to play just right.”
“Um…okay. Can I ask one più question?” felce said, even looking reader to add Mr. in it.
“Yes, of course.”
“Do te think the killer’s still here?”
The police man froze at a Lost for words, there was a pause before he spoke. “For your guys sake, I hope not. But I wouldn’t think there not here, but let me tell te one thing, all of his victim’s were young, and all were for a reason, it has to be in what we found. And if you’ve got guilty conscience you’ll be successivo on his never ending lista of victims.”
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The interview
Approximately two days and we were off. Ashlynn was excitedly working on the script and Sasha was helping with the budget that the teacher just wouldn’t help with. Even with Fern’s influence she still didn’t trust us, maybe a little bit more, but still not that much. We were still undecided about the whole interviewing thing-y so we’ve just been searching on the internet and getting some old released police records.
“Okay, so the horror ora is looking pretty good,” Sasha mutters as she skims the pages we’ve got done. “Surprising, I thought you’d suck, Ashlynn.”
“Shut up!” Ashlynn snapped, snatching back the papers. “I’ve got a lot of work to do, don’t bug me.”
“Whatever,” Sasha said, walking to a seat.
RT frowned. “Don’t we have to write a boring segnala too, cause the video’s our visual?”
Lila shrugged, “I don’t know.” She smiled at him sweetly. “But since te suggested it start writing.”
“No! I’m just saying!”
“And I’m telling,” Lila says, giving him paper and pencil. “Unless te prefer typing.”
It’s funny how a whole of two days can bring an oddly like of group of Friends together, we already had crack jokes and what-not. And now, there’s no holding back our insults, because it doesn’t hurt. Maybe it’s because most of us were a bunch of loners, o maybe because were just friendly and easily welcoming.
Fern snatched the papers out of RT’s hands. “Let the nerd do it.”
“Hey Leader!” Chauncey called out.
“It’s Lewis.” I say, coming to her.
“Yeah whatever, anyways Leader should I research more, I should I just…”
“Well…what do we know so far?”
It’s a rhetorical question, because everyone who’s lived in this town for più than a anno knows, but Chauncey risposte me anyway. “Nothing, this guy’s a ghost, no DNA, no…nothing, nothing whatsoever.”
“Surprising,” I say sarcastically. “Anyway, maybe we can keep searching.”
Chauncey shrugged. “I was thinking of going to the police station, asking them, te know, più easier for our project.”
“And they won’t suspect?” I ask, critically.
“I’ll bring a camera to record everything, come on Leader! Let’s find out the masked killer, we could unmask him.”
“I don’t know,” I say doubtfully. “The last time kids asked police, with o without a camera, they got arrested.”
Chauncey grinned at me. “But they didn’t have conformation from their teacher, did they?”
I smile, getting what she’s hinting at. “Then I guess we should do it?”
“Um…what?” The police officer asked again, squirming.
“What did te do? Did te cerca for clues o what-not?” Ms. Arthur asked.
Jordan squirmed, and Lila looked like she wanted to ask something, but not with the teacher here. What happened? Well, it was surprising when she detto yes, however, I did expect her finding a way through it. She was her to ‘chaperone’, which in her language meant to follow us there, ask all the questions, and act like it was her project. Each time we tried to ask something she would shush us and make it seem like we were stupid, upon inspection it looked like she made the police più uncomfortable.
“Well is there anything-”
“Excuse me Ms. Arthur?” Lila said, unable to control herself, gave her a dashing smile. “But can I please interrupt for a second.”
“No actually I’m-”
“Why thank you, lovely teacher.” She smiled again. “Um, anyway, te detto that there appeared to be no DNA on the victim, can te explain that to us please?”
The police man, looking relieved nodded. “Yes, of course, when we examined the body there appeared to be nothing from the killer left on the victim, it was crystal clean.”
I could see Chauncey zooming the camera in, excited for something remotely interesting happening.
Lila nodded, looking like a reporter. “Crystal clean? Hmm, well, we all know who the victim is, was there anything else strange?”
The police nodded. “Well, it seems like all the victims had some sort of link o connection, like a pattern with the killer, as if there was an important reason as to why the killer did this. And all of his victims were usually clean, none of there stuff with them that they had when they left.”
“And te detto they were crystal clean,” Ashlynn murmured. “No marks, as if they were literally cleaned.”
The police man nodded. “This person…is very clever, they know what there doing, they know how to play just right.”
“Um…okay. Can I ask one più question?” felce said, even looking reader to add Mr. in it.
“Yes, of course.”
“Do te think the killer’s still here?”
The police man froze at a Lost for words, there was a pause before he spoke. “For your guys sake, I hope not. But I wouldn’t think there not here, but let me tell te one thing, all of his victim’s were young, and all were for a reason, it has to be in what we found. And if you’ve got guilty conscience you’ll be successivo on his never ending lista of victims.”
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It's sad
It's the truth
Fighting through what it is
But I'll be stronger
I've gone through
Mounds of pain
I've been through
The deepest waters
Nobody can change my past
It's the truth, and it changed me
Sad to even hear the truth
Sad to...say the truth
Reality's always sad
And no one's gonna escape it.
It's how I became who I am today
It's how I didn't brag.
Why does this have to happen?
Why did it have to end?
Why does the world have to be so confusing?
Why did the fun have to end?
The world's just a crazy place
And no one's gonna stop that thought
Cause I'm broken for good...
Because of...the truth.
It's the truth
Fighting through what it is
But I'll be stronger
I've gone through
Mounds of pain
I've been through
The deepest waters
Nobody can change my past
It's the truth, and it changed me
Sad to even hear the truth
Sad to...say the truth
Reality's always sad
And no one's gonna escape it.
It's how I became who I am today
It's how I didn't brag.
Why does this have to happen?
Why did it have to end?
Why does the world have to be so confusing?
Why did the fun have to end?
The world's just a crazy place
And no one's gonna stop that thought
Cause I'm broken for good...
Because of...the truth.
Tell me darling why te cry,
Your tears stain the letto te lay upon
Could it be te miss the ones te clung to so tight,
Nothing but a scared little fawn
The flames burnt away your past and future,
The hate did nothing but balance your grief
What now? That’s presents question,
Something so fragile like a branch being clung to da a leaf
Where is your mother little dove?
What happened to those loving others who filled your empty nest?
How many word of the world can te rhyme with love?
Perhaps someday we will know with, proper care and rest
When pursuing dreams take chances and strive for nothing less than best
Then only then can te be sure you’ve completed life’s most demanding quest
Your tears stain the letto te lay upon
Could it be te miss the ones te clung to so tight,
Nothing but a scared little fawn
The flames burnt away your past and future,
The hate did nothing but balance your grief
What now? That’s presents question,
Something so fragile like a branch being clung to da a leaf
Where is your mother little dove?
What happened to those loving others who filled your empty nest?
How many word of the world can te rhyme with love?
Perhaps someday we will know with, proper care and rest
When pursuing dreams take chances and strive for nothing less than best
Then only then can te be sure you’ve completed life’s most demanding quest
Soar, soar
Soar beyond your wildest dreams.....
There's no limit
On how much te can soar
No one can
Break your wings and kill you
Soar for the skies,
Don't let the feelin go
Just soar, soar like never before
No one's gonna stop you
From believin
There wasn't a time
When nobody could never soar
But there was a time
When people never believed
And tomorrow
Isn't the giorno to fall
And nobody's gonna push te down
Oh almighty eagle
We're gonna be the powerful eagles
We're not gonna let anyone
Be our ruler,
We're not anyone's slave
Almighty eagle
Oh soar, soar towards the sky's height
And soar toward your dream
Let nothing keep te away
Almighty eagle
Soar beyond your wildest dreams
And we're gonna fly tonight
Let nobody keep us down.
Life can be hard. Especially for me, Lily West, your almost-average 16-year-old girl. Most people think it's weird I'm bald. Others think I'm going to die. Then there's the occasional person who tries to take pity upon me. I'd rather they not, because some say it like I'm a helpless little tartaruga on its back. Sometimes I wish I die already, and sometimes I wish that I was a completely different person. Yes, it's tough having cancer. I just wish that they would respect me for a person instead of a helpless little bug.