Lover Or Murderer? (part 3)

Lover Or Murderer? (part 3)

This story is about a girl named Aron who moved to a new town and doesn't know anyone but her crush/friend Jeffry, but jeff has some things from his past that might not let him.. open up to Aron.

published on July 15, 2013completed

Is It True?~

         Me and Jeffry walked into class not really saying a word.
    At lunch When I when I went to my locker a girl walked up to me.
             "Are you the 'girl' who's hanging around that Jeffry guy?" She questioned.
             "Yes, I guess you could say that I'm that 'girl', and why what do you want?"
             "You should stop hanging around him, you've heard the rumors haven't you?"
             "Umm.. no and besides they're just rumors, that doesn't make them true.'
             "Apparently he killed his family."
             "What?!"
             "No way! He isn't like that!" I said in disbelief.
             "You've seen his knife haven't you?" She hissed.
             "Yeah so.. That doesn't mean anything." I said angrily.
             "Fine whatever, just remember when he kills you, it'll be no ones fault but yours!" She said walking away.
             "When he....kills me?" I said under my breath.
     I finished up the school day fairly quietly.
           At the end of the I went to my locker and grabbed my backpack along with a note which said,
             ~I'm serious about him! Leave him while you can, before it's to late!
                  Listen If you don't believe me go to his house! His parents aren't
                There! I know your his neibor.. so it should be rather easy.~
                                        ~Kathy
    I sighed, crumpling up the paper and throwing it in the garbage.
          I started walking by myself again.
              "Could Jeffry really be a killer?" I said to myself.
    I heard footsteps walking behind me.
              "Jeffry?" I asked, and saw no one behind me.
          I was paranoid... I thought as I started to walk a little faster.
    I started hearing the bushes rustle, I was creeped out when I started hearing more noises so I started to run, I figured it was the best decision since I didn't even have a pocket knife or anything to protect myself.
          I  got onto our street and into my yard, I ran inside and locked the doors.
       Huffing for air I saw a not on the kitchen counter.
    
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GREAT! Ur an AMAZING writer!! Keep working!!
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on February 23, 2016
Omg...Great job! I dont care if things are spelled wrong...It just matters if I can read it! ;)
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on February 13, 2014
Make more!!!
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on September 30, 2013
is it still not done??
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on July 18, 2013
im making it today sorry for the wait.. i was still writting.
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on July 17, 2013
where is it??
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on July 17, 2013
Where is the rest of the story i'm waiting!!
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on July 16, 2013
Yo Mary! Make da number da pho!!! Later!
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on July 16, 2013