I sat down once more. Kate had her crystal, sea blue eyes on me the whole time. She smirked a bit, which was a slightly suspicious. But I thought nothing of it. She suddenly held out her hand. I preferred not to touch her dirty, sweaty hand but I knew I had to be polite, so I leaned in and shook it. In return she cried out rather loudly.
"Don't you dare touch me!". I attempted let go but she held on tighter. "GET YOUR GREASY HANDS OF ME!" She screeched as she squeezed the life out of hand.
That's when I figured out her evil plan, she was trying to frame me!
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Echo of the Kelly's - Recount
Historical FictionThe Kelly gang is an old Australian gang of bushrangers. Constable Fitzpatrick strikes the Kelly's household expecting to catch that horse-stealing swine! But something goes terribly wrong.
