February 2, 2016
I felt the cold, miserable, strong wind brush through my short golden hair as I walked out of school. I was glad I was walking out of school so I could just get home. When I reached the side walk to cross the street to go to my house, I saw police cars and ambulances surrounding my house. I tried to walk closer but a man stopped me.
"Please step back young lady, the murder is still inside the house" he said
"But I live here, and what do you mean by murder?"
He takes a deep breathe and said the worst words I have ever heard:
"You're parents were murdered by you're brother"
I fell onto the cold cement of the driveway as I watched a man who happened to be my brother with his hands covered in blood grinning at me as he entered the police car.
At this point I was going crazy. So crazy to a point where I wanted to literally kill him. I asked the police until what time us he going to get out. They said:
"15 years"
15 years? 15 YEARS?! That's BULLSHIT. They could've kept him for LIFE. But sadly in 15 years, a killer would be on the loose.
I forgot to introduce myself. Hi, my name is Marcia Modre, I'm 16 years old, I have 2 dead parents, 1 brother who's in prison, and I'm going to murder him in 15 years.
