Aura Wintergreen
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Something I'm Working On
I sat down on my bed, Anna was dead. It was still so hard to believe and we were the ones that found the body. I closed my eyes for a moment and I was back there, drinking and laughing with my friends. Everything felt so perfect so what had gone wrong? With a sigh, I opened my eyes. I could hear my parents talking downstairs. They were upset that one of my friends had died but at the same time they were relieved it wasn't me.

Getting up from bed, I picked up my camera and starting flicking through the photos. We were all so happy. I put down my camera as a chilling thought occurred to me. Did that mean that one of my friends was a murderer?"