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1113 Dawson Ave.,

West Armour Hill, PA,

Jangled Juvenile Detention Center

 Dear Jerica,

        Thanks for getting me thrown in this place. It’s full of lame stories, I personally think I’d be better off in real prison. You’ll be in for the ride of your life when I get out of here! I’m seeking revenge, hungry for a vicious tragedy. Anger rushes through my veins as fresh cement, reaching my heart it turns to silver stone. I’d say you have about 48 hours to enjoy your life. In other words, you have up until I complete the follow through on my escape. And even still I will haunt your dreams. A person that suffers from many sleepless nights will have a hard time standing up to a strong panther. I’m just about ready to pounce!

                                        Waiting,

Julia

“You should tell someone about this letter don’t you think? Julia is no “cat” to fight with and you should know that. She killed your friend over a stupid play part she didn’t get! “

“No, I’ve let the past go. It was a year ago when that happened. Besides, if I ever run into her again, I will just tell her, threat not accepted.”

Lace gave me a disapproving glare. I met Lacey Stambough at camp last year, after Olivia and Julia were gone; I had no one to talk to and Lace’s cabin had an extra bunk. We had the best times hanging out and she helped me stop shaking and to forget about the whole murder thing.

The bell sounded for the end of school, students instantly swarmed the hallways trying to get out into the open air.

“This conversation is not yet over Jerica,” Lace said in a motherly like tone. She got up to go for soccer practice just as Alex came walking towards me.