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ONE SATURDAY MORNING

MurderinHogan County
Chapter 1 
It was seven a.m. when I walked outside dressed in my fitted plaid shirt and dirty black Converse. The barn stood in front of me, dismal and ancient looking. The red paint only covered about a third of it, for the rest chipped off. I didn’t feel like riding this morning, so I turned away from it and decided to go for a jog through the woods behind my house. I ran lightly through the path that had been created from years of walking through it. My deep copper hair was tide in a braid on the side of my head, keeping it out of my face. I kept a steady trot for a quarter mile or so before I came to the creek. To my surprise, someone was down there. I walked cautiously and quietly down there, but the crunching leaves blew my cover. The summer breeze blew as the person turned around.
“Oh, it’s just you.” Jack, my em, acquaintance for the past few years said. His bright green eyes narrowed under his glasses.
“Well, it is my property.” I defended. Jack and I didn’t get along so well. He’s such a huge know-it-all.
“It’s not yours, it’s you father’s.” He argued, laughing a little.
“Shut up.” I roll my eyes, taking a seat next to him. “So what are you even doing here anyway?”
Jack shrugged his shoulders and tilted his head. “Nothing else to do I guess.”
Jack was the only child in his family. No cousins either. That was something I could never understand. I have two older siblings and two younger, as I’m sandwiched in the middle. I come out here to get away from all that, but why would Jack want to soak up even more loneliness?
“Wanna join me for a walk?” I asked, feeling remorse. Jack wasn’t a bad person, he could just be annoying.
“I suppose.” He sighed, standing up from the rock he was sitting on. We walked off, in silence. We didn’t have anything to say to each other. We walked all the way to the where the old church once stood. It had burnt down from some teenagers trying to light off fireworks during a drought.
“So did you like school?” I asked. Jack was in my class, a usual.
“Yeah, it was something to do. I mean all I do over the summer is read and come over here.” Jack answered.
“Oh… Well If you wanted you could…” I started to drift. I didn’t like Jack very much, but I feel bad for him. No one even knows where he lives. I decided to do the right thing. “You could hang out with me and my friends, if you’d like.”
“Oh, um okay.”
“Meet me by the creek tonight at 7. Were… um going to play a game.” I didn’t want to tell him the real game.
“Sounds good. What game?”
“Oh…Tag.”      

Hey sorry this chapter is boring but i needed filler for chapter 2 or it wouldn't make sense. Thank You for reading!! Comment if you want chapter reminders!!

Murder in Hogan County
Prologue
I ran through the overgrowth, my heart racing. I didn’t stop to miss the branches that cut my face as I dashed threw them. I dared not turn around. I just had to run. Someone was pursuing us. I came to a clearing. The only sounds I heard were the sound of my own heavy breathing, my heart beating 300 beats per minute, and the boots of whoever was chasing us. The clearing had a fork in the road. God, which one to go down? I was running out of time. I turned left and continued to go. My primordial instincts kicked in. I didn’t even feel myself moving anymore. I just went straight. My thoughts brought me to my friends. Damn, where are the others? What if I’m the only one that escaped? Oh, why couldn’t I mind my own business? The others could die, and it’d be my fault.

All of the sudden, I slipped and fell. I can tumbling down a small slip and landed straight in a creek. My leg has split open, my red blood flowing down stream in the icy cold water. I looked at my gash, then back at the water. CRAP!! I knew I couldn’t stay there. At least I recognized where I was. I got up, and sprinted forward to the barn, which was at least quarter of a mile away from where I was. I was slowed by the pain, blood trailing me. I became short of breath. But I could see the barn clearly now. I tried to up my speed, taking a look behind me. No one was there. I calmed a little but decided to keep my running pace just in case. I charged into the back of the barn and slammed the door behind me. The horses all peered at me, a little spooked. I locked the doors, and then unlocked them. I was between what to do. If I lock them, I could be locking myself in to what could be in here. If I didn’t, at least I’d have a better chance at getting away. Plus, if any of the others run in here for safety, they could. But then that means anyone can come in. I decided to keep them unlocked. I looked over to my watch. 2:24 a.m. Crap. My parents are going to kill me. I took one last look out the doors. No one. No sounds either. I sat down in one of the empty horse stalls and tended to my leg. I ripped of my sweatshirt, still wet, and wrapped it around my wound, trying to slow the blood flow. Now I was freezing. Now all I could do was wait. Maybe 5 minutes later, I heard a noise. I lifted my head up, but saw nothing. I leaned back down, trying to hide desperately.
Suddenly, a pitchfork, pointed side to me, stopped just above my head. I crawled to the other side, holding in a scream. The holder hopped over the fence, and landed on the ground in front of me. This was it. I was dead. The figure made its way to me slowly. Lifting the pitchfork I used just this morning for hay, it aimed for me, still slightly hidden in the dark. I let out a faint scream as the pitchfork came down towards my neck.


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Cause i don't think that they'd understand
when everything's made to be broken
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