If Looks Could Kill

After that day I spent all my time searching for answers. The police never suspected me. They did question me but I just said that she was grilling me about Biology when all of a sudden she was laying there dead. The picture I drew was long gone by then. I spent the next year searching every single legend and tale that could have anything to do with it. I became the hot, history nerd. But fort the life of me, I couldn't find an answer. The closest thing I could find was Medusa. But I happen to not have snakes for hair. Believe it or not.

On the day of my seventeenth birthday, almost a year later, I found the first answer, ever. And that is the next part in my journey of me.

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"Charlie, what on earth did you spend $1,270 on?" My dad asks as nicely as he could. But I could already tell that he was about to blow his top. I cringe and look down before answering very quietly.

"Um, new clothes." I say meekly. What, don't judge me, I have to wear clothes useless you want me tramping around in my birthday suit.

"I told you that the limit was $600!" He shouts. Now my mother has walked down from her room, wondering what all the racket was about. Her eyes widen as dad shows her the receipt from the mall. I brush my long red hair out from my eyes as my mother looks at me sternly.

"Charlie, even though it's your birthday, you still can't just double the amount of money we gave you." She says. She sounds more angry than dad even though she's not shouting. I have a feeling that this conversation isn't going to end well.

"Look, guys, come on, lighten up, it's just a few hundred," I say arguing my point back. "At least I didn't tell you about the new car..." I start before I clamp my hand over my mouth. Oops, wasn't supposed to tell them about that...

"What!" They scream in sync. My dad throws his hands up into the air and groans while my mother reaches out to my face. I realise that she's going to slap me but too late.

Her hard palm, connects with my cheek and the slapping sound echoes through the room. My dad stands there open mouthed and staring. My eyes start to water- not because it hurt, I'm a street fighter, not that my parents know- but because my mum have never shown signs of wanting to hit me before. I stand there shocked like my dad before reacting. I stare at her eyes and see them change as if she's just realised what she's done.

Too late.

I wish that she would just disappear. I meet Dad's eyes and wish that he would go with her. I can look after myself, I'm a big girl.

Then almost like daja vu, I see my parents grabbing at their throats and gagging. Just like my Biology teacher. I rush to my Dad's side and grab his head into my lap and look into his eyes.

"You have you mothers eyes," he says happily. No I don't, mum has brown eyes, my eyes change colours, depending on what clothes I'm wearing. I'm like a chameleon.

"Honey, your mother...She...go to New York, See my step sister, Sally, she'll know what to do." He last words were a whisper. I could barely hear them.

The next thing I know is that the only noise I hear is my own heartbeat. Then I shatter that sound with the own sound of my ear piercing scream. As it echoes the large house.

Just like my biology teacher, I have killed my parents. I have a feeling that Aunt Sally can answer all my questions though. Its off to New York I go. (Hey that rhymes again)

I want to be gone before the police arrive. I quickly grab the bags of clothes I had just brought and race out the door, into my new car which happens to be a racy, red Lamborghini. No wonder they were angry with me.

I wonder of I can drive from Piccadilly to New York?

Notes

So here you go, not as light as I'd like it to be but she kinda just murdered her own parents.

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