IntroA Chapter by writingurl14The blood was on my hands. Beth was dead blood was pouring from a slit in her thought. And I was left wondering what went wrong. That was when the cops came in. they have allowed me to have a pensile and paper. I want my story known. I want people to know I didn’t kill her. © 2012 writingurl14Reviews
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3 Reviews Added on June 25, 2012 Last Updated on June 25, 2012 Authorwritingurl14greer, SCAboutI am a 15 year old writer. I play vollyball and love to go for a midnight run around the neighborhood. im taken and love music and lots of other things. if you wanna learn more about me message me &.. more.. |

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