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Chapter 8
Are anda a daredevil atau a murderer?
    After taking as many pictures as I could, from my trusty phone, I went back up stairs and walked out the door.
    My friends were busy with their families, and my one had abandoned me, so I decided to go out. I went to the mall we visited recently, and went to the movie theater’s we sabotaged, thankfully it was still open and I paid for a movie (what movie I don’t know I just kind of zoned out at that part) and it didn’t matter what movie it was anyways because as soon as the lights went out, I did too.
    The movie was a full too hours and I already finished my jagung meletus, popcorn and soda when it started, so I had nothing to worry about. When it finished I went straight to a clothing store and picked out a bunch of dresses, the thing is I hate dresses, especially the puffy ones. I always feel weird, and little in them, but today I wanted to be a totally different person.
    So I tried on and bought all the dresses, even though I hated to admit it but I did look pretty nice in all them. Looking at the mirror, I couldn’t help but notice the similarities that I shared with my mother.
    After I bought the dresses, I went back to the changing room and put on the one I liked best. It was simple black dress with no straps, and it had a decent white bow that tied to waist, it went absolutely lovely with my favorit biker boots. I stuffed my clothes into my bag, and carefully put the dresses into my shopping bag.
    Next I went into a store named Claire’s, a store that I had seen multiple times at the places I moved and had vowed never to go in. But I found myself in there buying jewelry, a proper tas, dompet then back bag, and a white hat.
    I put the hat on as soon as I bought all the things, and held the tas, dompet like I saw other women hold it. It was pretty huge though, and when I filled it with things it weighed the size of the titanic and I’m sure I left a bruise. I also put the jewelry on and nearly choked myself in the process. Warning: for those who don’t usually dress like this, it’s going to be pretty hard to adjust.
    The kalung I wore felt like it was still choking me, but I know I was just being paranoid. The hat hid my out of control hair pretty well, and it felt nice when people looked at me because I looked good, not intimidating.
    I’ve mostly always been alone all my life, when mom was gone everything changed. I had always had mother and Azerein had father, now that mom left I’ve always been alone. I could see why father had resented me so much now, looking in the mirror, I look like her, a lot. atau maybe he just hates the female population of the world, which he one time quoted was weak and easy prey. But he’s always diberikan Azerien the better treatment, everybody likes him better than me.
    Or at least I thought that until I met my daredevil’s. Before, everyone always liked Azerein, he was always populer and better treated. The people who adored Azerien, would treat me like crap, and Azerein never did anything. He’d just laugh with them, like the jerk he was.
    I’d always wondered why everyone hated me so much. Why everyone loved Azerein so much. Why me life sucked so much.
    But it’s always been that way.
    My family and I, we are murderer’s, although I haven’t killed anyone, and I hope Azerien didn’t either. But, we still let father kill, that makes us murderer’s too.
    The daredevil’s, my daredevil’s, I know I may sound possessive but I felt like I’ve known them my whole life, and the thought of losing them hurts me. I know that soon, I’ll have to choose. My genius father won’t take long to figure out they saw him, if he doesn’t know already, and then he’d kill them, atau in his words silence them.
    Am I a daredevil atau a murderer?