Cloudy With a
Chance of Death
[Sydney Part
II]
From behind an old Oak tree in the woods behind The Lobsta
family's house, I was given an astonishing view of Tara's
bedroom. There was a series of windows lining the back of her
room, but she had her new white curtains closed in an attempt to
foils the plans of any onlookers. But Tara was oblivious to the
fact that her white curtains were transparent.
I readjusted my
position on the strong tree branch, and when I did so, a cracking
noise echoed throughout the woods. This caused my head to swivel
from left to right, the fear of being caught red handed creeping
over me.
I wish I
could go back in time and tell myself that should've been the
least of my fears.
The view inside Tara's room was
slightly hazy, yet I could make out her lips moving, as if she
was in conversation with someone.
I craned my
neck, desperate to witness who she was speaking with. Maybe it
was a new boyfriend of hers- that would aid me with my argument
against Ryan.
I failed
at catching a glimpse of who was conversing with Tara. However, I
did excel at catching a glimpse of the knife striking at
Tara's neck.
A piercing scream
escaped from her lips. I hopelessly kept my green eyes on
Tara's flailing body, which landed on the floor, spasms
occurring throughout it. Next I knew, the body was just lying
there, motionless.
Oh My
God, I shrieked inside my head. But I could barely
hear my thoughts, thanks to my racing heartbeat. The closest thing I've ever had to
a best friend is dead.
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