Make Your Stop

previously On Chance One Chance Before I died I was accused of killing myself. The truth is that I was murdered. I want to tell my side of the story before its to late. Can you figure out who killed me. I’ll put out three different suspects. Their stories and why they wanted to kill me, but first let me tell you about myself. June 1st My last day of high school was when I started to cut myself. The bullying was unbearable. All of my friends had left me and began to mock me,terrorize me. I was glad it was last day of school. I had stop cutting and took up therapy and thought that my torture was over. I was wrong because a few right before our graduation I was shot and killed by one of these suspects. They knew that I cut myself and wanted to use that as a offline defense. My name is Sandra and this is my story……………… Now that you know my story I bet you want to know who is the first person who hated me. My ex best friend, Nicole. June 2nd Nicole the kind if person who has your back no matter what. Well that all changed when she decided to tell every last one of my secrets on Twitter. She wanted to destroy me, why because she joined a new crowd. A crowd were their was nothing but haters. They day I told her to leave me alone and never bother me again. She threatened me,that if I ever talked to her she would take my life and make it look like an accident. I though it was a threat but turned out to be true. I died exactly 2 hours later. Knowing that I those were my last moments was nothing compared to what I had in store. Nicole Point of view I told all of her secrets. I had to I just had to if I did not I risk my life. A life that was being played like a puppet. I saw the cuts in her arm,my heart began to pound really hard. After that I couldn’t speak the pain was itching to come out. To tell her in the end every little thing was going to be alright. My last fight with her was planned,part of the game I had to play. He/she told me he wasn’t going to kill her. When I found her I screamed in pain I caused her. I said I would take her life……but I did nit mean it. In Nicole Head So,what if she died doesn’t matter to me I am just part of why her life ended………. The Second Person My foster mom, Fawn June 3 All my life I just waited and waited for a reason that my mom cared for me a reason for me not to be a burden. I waited and waited for a reason. What was my reason for going on, nothing. I when I told her to change and be strong. She was horrible. I thought it was the drugs she used but now I know she hates me. I told her how I felt she treated me like I was garbage,she never gave me a chance. The day I told her again she threatened me with my life just like Nicole. “If you ever talk to me that way you are going to regret ever living. You will cry and beg me to end your life. You mean nothing to me!” exactly one hour later I was screaming in pain. I was begging to end my life. Fawn Point of View I did not threaten her! Look I don’t who the hell you are but I don’t have to take this. Get out! Get out now! How dare you accuse me if killing that depressed child. She committed suicide,all the evidence is there. Fawn’s Head What was suppose to do? She died because of them, all of them. They made me this way. Sure I knew her future that’s why I took her in so I could love her, when they found out I took her in. Lets just say I was forced. I loved my little girl. I knew she did to but what was I suppose to do?

previously On Chance One Chance Before I died I was accused of killing myself. The truth is that I was murdered. I want to tell my side of the story before its to late. Can you figure out who killed me. I’ll put out three different suspects. Their stories and why they wanted to kill me, but first let me tell you about myself. June 1st My last day of high school was when I started to cut myself. The bullying was unbearable. All of my friends had left me and began to mock me,terrorize me. I was glad it was last day of school. I had stop cutting and took up therapy and thought that my torture was over. I was wrong because a few right before our graduation I was shot and killed by one of these suspects. They knew that I cut myself and wanted to use that as a offline defense. My name is Sandra and this is my story……………… Now that you know my story I bet you want to know who is the frist person who hated me. My ex best friend, Nicole. June 2nd Nicole the kind if person who has your back no matter what. Well that all changed when she decieded to tell every last one of my secrets on Twitter. She wanted to destroy me, why because she joined a new crowd. A crowd were thier was nothing but haters. They day I told her to leave me aline and never bother me again. She treatened me,that if I ever talked to her she woukd take my life and make it look like an accident. I though it was a threat but turned out to be ture. I died excatly 2 hours later. Knowing that I thise were my ladt moments was nothing compared to what I had in store. Nicole Point of view I told all of her secrets. I had to I just had to if I did not I risk my life. A life that was being played like a puppet. I saw the cuts in her arm,my heart began to pound really hard. After that I couldn’t speak the pain was itching to come out. To tell her in the end every little thing was going to be alright. My last fight with her was planned,part of the game I had to play. He/she told me he wasn’t going to kill her. When I found her I screamed in pain I caused her. I said I would take her life……but I didn’t mean it. In Nicole Head So,what if she died doesn’t matter to me I am just part of why her life ended.

This is a story I barely came up with I wanted to share it…., Before I died I was accused of killing myself. The truth is that I was murdered. I want to tell my side of the story before its to late. Can you figure out who killed me. I’ll put out three different suspects. Their stories and why they wanted to kill me, but first let me tell you about myself. June 1st My last day of high school was when I started to cut myself. The bullying was unbearable. All of my friends had left me and began to mock me,terrorize me. I was glad it was last day of school. I had stop cutting and took up therapy and thought that my torture was over. I was wrong because a few right before our graduation I was shot and killed by one of these suspects. They knew that I cut myself and wanted to use that as a offline defense. My name is Sandra and this is my story.