I looked back with despair, looking at my cold bloody hands catching up with reality realising the vile crime I had committed.The house was tall and looming over me. I could see its disappointment in me as I asked it to keep my dirty little secret.
My name is Mary Clave Jones, I used to be a normal girl but then I spiralled downwards after a tragic event in my life.I am 14 but the children at school say I act like a 50 year old Virgin. I guess that is right because Grammy Gretel says that I could be the granny and she could be the young girl. My brother,Bug says it is a joke but I don't get jokes.They are just meaningless! Grandpa Bob tells a lot of jokes though we have nothing to laugh about.
I have my mum's hair colour which is not quite black and not quite golden.I have cherry red lips that stand out because they look different from my light tone.My eyes are chestnut brown as others have said to me since I can't see my eyes expect when I look in the mirror and even then my eyes don't matter because when I look at them I see an empty dark bottomless pit that is my soul.I go to the local secondary school called Rachel's academy. It was named that after an poor,uneducated girl called Rachel tried to educate others because she missed out on having that experience.I like to sing but I can't since singing makes people happy.How can I make other people happy when I am not happy myself?
I had a best friend but she turned her back on me. No-one wanted to be around me and they are going to despise me knowing what I have just done.
