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Murder On Simpson Street
by Alessia Castonguay IIA
Katherine, a young girl around the age of 14, awoke one
morning in her beautifully sunlit room, excited for another wondrous
day to unfold before her. In Utopiopia, Katherine’s town, everything is
beautiful and perfectly symmetrical. The buildings were all built in the
same style, but were painted in various different lively colours. The
trees, though made out of plastic, were perfectly round at the top.
Everything was vivid and full of life.
On the way to school, she passed by the perfectly bloomed
flowers in an assortment of bright colors. She stopped and stared at
what was right before her eyes, took a breath, and thought about
something she had never thought about before: death. Katherine had
never thought about something so disturbing or scary before. She
shook her head to clear her mind of this frightening thought and ran
towards her school.
When she got to school, she sat down and stared at her
teacher, thinking of ways to kill her. Her mind was becoming filled with
more and more dreadful things. She was thinking of death, sorrow,
and murder. Her eyes were fixed on her teacher and would not budge.
Then, the bell rang.
“Today we will be doing a project on the person who makes you
happiest.” said Miss. Carlyle.
Katherine raised her hand rather slowly and asked, “Miss
Carlyle, what is death?”
“Oh, Lord! It’s happening. This hasn’t happened since… Oh
dear, we need to get you to the hospital now!”
Katherine was so confused. She was only asking a simple
question. How could that be so bad? Before she knew it, she was
being temporarily frozen and transported to Utopiopia hospital.
When Katherine awoke, Miss Carlyle was staring at her with a
big smile. But Katherine was thinking of something different, very
different. Then, suddenly Katherine’s eyes turned a very bright red. A
red, which can be seen for miles and miles, though, strangely, Miss
Carlyle didn’t notice at all.
“Miss Carlyle”, said Katherine, “where do you live?”
Stupidly, she responded “143 Simpson Street, why do you ask
honey?”
“Just asking,” Katherine responded.
Katherine awoke the
next morning in the same
sunny room as she did
yesterday, but with completely
different thoughts. Same as
by Caroline Jeanson IIIB
yesterday, she passed by the same flowers and the same buildings,
and then was on her way to school.
When she got there, everyone stared and whispered. All this
because of one simple question. Katherine was very annoyed by the
end of the day, with the constant staring and pointing. To calm herself,
she went to the reference section in the library and looked for a
certain book. Then she came upon the book ‘Deadly People and
Deadly minds by: Alexandra Hagrid’. Katherine pulled it out and began
to read.
“There are certain people in this world who aren’t quite alright.
Those people think about what we normal people never dare to think
about. They think about death, sadness, depression, murder and
other things we ‘normal people’ don’t. Those people are called
‘Drainers.’ Drainers suck the happiness out of our world. They kill and
murder people of all shapes, sizes, and colors…”
Katherine was enraged and disgusted. She ran out of the library,
on a mission to find Miss Carlyle. Thankfully, she knew her address.
When Katherine got there, it was very late, about midnight. She
snuck in to Miss Carlyle’s home and tiptoed straight to the kitchen.
She looked through every drawer and cupboard and finally found what
she needed, a long silver knife. Katherine slowly crept up the stairs
and found her teacher snuggled up in a mountain of blankets. Yes,
she thought, this will only make it easier to kill her.
Katherine pulled out the silver knife and stabbed Miss Carlyle
right in the heart. She looked at the body and smirked. She stayed
there for about an hour to make sure Miss Carlyle was really dead.
She was.
Katherine then ran home and snuck back into her bed like
nothing had ever happened. While in her warm bed she thought of
what she had just done, smiled gruesomely, then quickly fell asleep.
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