Mischief

to death? His victim was a woman; she looked very well in her forties and had just stepped out of her car, heade

n up for this meeting three times every week. It used to be every day when she first quit taking

op to the floor, lifeless; the man who had killed her ensured that she was dead, and

ort of dilemma. Maggie ran frantically through the neighborhood; luckily the incident happened close to her home, so the area was familiar, she could easily navigate her way around and get the murderer missing. At one point during the chase, she want

an was not trailing her again, and then she

her; he was the person to see her first because he was always stayed on one pa

y and sick' her mom said when she showed up fr

ends of hers' her dad said; Maggie shook her head and started up to her room: if only they knew what she had ju

seen her go home, and would show up in her room through that window; no matter how high it was; he was a murderer, after all,

the trouble was at; in school, if there was a fight; Maggie was usually called out as a witness; if

g killed or as if she knew the murder victim. That night it was difficult for her to sleep. Maggie tossed and turned on her bed as if she was having withdrawals from doing drugs, she lost count of how many times she look

e Maggie opened her eyes, the sun had started to blast through a crack on her window, right into her eyes; she sat up and stretched, only

something important, I'm late already' Maggie tol

last night?' her mom yelled behind her, but Maggie was lo

another dosage; she can do without food now, right? the dru

e same feeling last night; she must have just been running home or something' her mom stood up to her dad for her. Maggie's dad shrugged. Because of how understanding Maggie