I was hanging out at a mall with friends, including a guy that I have a crush on named T. He and I were talking and flirting a little bit. Later I was walking through the mall next to an elementary school aged girl. I pulled a ball out of a ball cage thing and began to kick it and throw it into the air. The girl and I talked.
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I’m driving a car alone a dirt road behind some houses to get to the one I am looking for. As I backed into a parking space, I ran over a small girl. (She wasn’t the same girl as above. Or was she? Weird.) Her mother was looking at the scene. I heard a crunch, but I thought it was only her leg that was damaged. The family drove the girl off, but we were not sure where they were taking her.
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Back at the mall I’m walking the opposite way, reeling after being told the girl died. I run into T, and before I can even get the words out my mouth, he says, “I know. I got 4 texts about it.” I realized that that was his test, listening to what I had to say, and he failed it. I rejected him.
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I’m on a train talking to some official people. I was being charged with murder, and everything turned into a media circus. I was asked not to speak to the press. I read people’s theories about why I had murdered her, but the theories were all wrong. It was an accident.
