Creative Writing: Murderer

One day Julie was a sweet little girl. The next day, a murderer. How can someone so small, and fragile wreak havoc on such a calm Saturday afternoon? All for a few more years on the playset out back? Maybe more time to play with the neighbor Sophie? You're probably wondering what Sophie did to deserve the title “murderer”. So allow me to explain.

It was a peaceful Saturday morning in the Robinson household as per usual Julie had just come home from a playdate with her next-door neighbor Sophie. Sophie and Julie were in the same class at the school they attended just down the street. As always they skipped up to the door and said their goodbyes. At the door awaited Julie's parent's Josh and Jessica. They greeted her with a smile and slowly

poor little Julie sat on the playset out back, swinging her feet and mumbling under her breath “why are mommy and daddy so mean?” “why can't I stay here forever with Sophie?”. She eventually became tremendously bored. which was common for a six-year-old. She wandered into the house to find her parents. She strolled through the kitchen “Mommy? Daddy? Are you in here?”. Suddenly she heard the doorbell ring and her parents emerged from the basement. They made their way over to the door to let the potential buyers into their daughter's favorite place on earth. Julie, who was currently in the kitchen heard her parents at the door. She began to grow quieter. She could hear the chatter. the laughter even. All it took was one sentence to come out of her mother's mouth to make her heart rate go from 89 beats per minute to about 140. “Welcome to our lovely home”. She began to sweat and her face became very hot, almost as hot as the oven top when her mom would cook. She became frantic and without hesitation, she grabbed the largest knife she could find in the kitchen and made a bolt for it down the

“Hey Jess have you seen Julie around recently,” Josh asked seeming a little puzzled “I haven't actually” she replied knowing she had the same look on her face. They decided to look around the house for her, starting in the living room. Jessica was the one who entered Julie's room first and after about a minute had passed she let out a horrifying scream. Josh came running “what's wrong honey” to which she replied with nothing more than a finger pointing at the hand that was squished between the two doors of the closet. Lifeless. Clearly one of an adult. Without any further questions, Josh rang the police and Jess went to find