some people arent who they seem. take pedophiles for example. they pose as younger people to talk to younger people. murders are the same way. if they told you they were murderers, you wouldnt go around them would you?! but if you didnt know they were murderers, you fall victim. heres the story of one of those vitcims.
growing up i knew i was different. i was even different from my twin, kaylee. sure, on the out side we were identical, but ive always had a different thought process. i guess growing up, you would call me... lucky?! i was popular, attractive, athletic, smart... but noone saw the real me. till college that is.
"oh my god mom, if you drive any slower that old guy over there will lap you," Kay screamed, right in my ear. "jesus kay, calm down. ITS RIGHT THERE!!" i playfully shoved her. "OH MY GOOOD!!!! im soooooo nervous..!!!!!" "kay, there is nothing to worry about, amy isnt nervous!" my mom replied. "just because i dont show it doesnt mean im not nervous mom, jeez." i rolled my eyes. " well then. bite my head off why dont you. anyway, here we are." my stomach seized w/ nervousness. WHAT THE HELL HAD I GOTTEN MYSELF INTO!?! i glanced at Kay. apparently shed been thinking the same thing. well... now or never...
we opened the doors of our sedan at the same time, attempted to pull out our million pound suit cases, gave up,
we opened the doors of our sedan at the same time, attempted to pull out our million pound suit cases, gave up,