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Bailey Walker Narrative
As I sit outside my porch gleaming at the clear blue sky, the sun peeking through the clouds down on my face. I take a long breath, taking in the morning breeze and letting it out. Today will be different, it will be a new beginning. I hear the birds chirping and the sun has risen. It's time. I run back inside my house grab the keys and head straight to the front door. I take a deep breath again telling the voices in my head that today will be different. I stroll down the road as I rehash what this day was one year ago. A deadly disaster, a heart throbbing story that I never want to be reminded of. I ambled past a group of people down the street, I hear their words turning into whispers and their ferocious eyes looking at me. The whispers are …show more content…
I enter center st, walking towards the last house to the left, behind the tall oak tree. That's where my best friend Julia lives. She knows the truth about what happened one year ago and she's the only one that believes me. One year ago I was accused of the murder of Bailey Walker. I wasn't in good terms with Bailey but I never killed her. She used to bully me all my elementary school years. I was there that night when she was killed. We were all at a party and Bailey was there too. I heard a scream coming from the pool. I went to see who it was, and I saw Bailey in water drowning, I ran and jumped into the water to save her, nobody was around. Hearing the sounds two girls saw me with Bailey since then I was accused of the murder of Bailey. When I looked at the water it was filled with blood. I was there at the wrong place at the wrong …show more content…
She always advises me to stop looking for the killer but to this day I have never stopped and I will never stop. I would love to see the person who ruined my life. Julia tells me she will get us food and runs into the kitchen. Suddenly I notice a red cloth hanging in her drawer. I start walking towards the drawer and I reach for the handle and suddenly Julia calls me from behind. I turn around and she asks me " do you wanna watch a movie?" I say sure and quickly turn around and grab the handle and open the drawer. I was astonished by what I saw, it was the dress she wore to the party and it was covered in blood. I couldn't believe it, it was her all along. I never suspected her and I would never have. Now I know why she became my friend. I took out my phone and dialed 911. I turn around and see Julia holding a baseball bat, then everything went
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