It was 11:23. The biggest, baddest party of the century was happening now. I could feel the heat generate around the huge three story house as I danced around in the center of the floor, alongside my bestfriends, and my one and only, Joey. Little did i know that was the last time I would dance with him, and get to see the happiest glint in hiis eyes he gets when we dance together. It has been 3 days since he went missing, not a trace of him was to be found after the party. Everyone said he'd gone home with me, but he didn't. Everyone said I was responisble, but I wasn't. Everyone said we'd caused it but we didn't. But nothing Everyone kept saying was going to change the fact that My Boyfriend had been Murdered....
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