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Adrian Wells is a polite and mature nine-year-old girl. Or so everyone thought.
Adrian's younger brother Camwren died by drowning in the backyard pool. Adrian shows no emotion and instead asks for his bedroom. Everyone belives she is too young to understand death and they shrug off her behavior.
Four years later, Adrian and her friend Riley had been fighting over a painting they had made together for a contest.After her father goes out to sea Adrian goes to a slumber party at Riley's house. Riley drowns late that night after being shoved into the deep end of the pool and drowned. Everyone assumes that Riley just fell into the pool while trying to sneak into it after the girls were supposed to be in bed. When Adrian's mother hears about this she expects Adrian to be upset, but Adrian is not the least bit and asks for a stack of pancakes, since she hadn't eaten breakfast.
As the day goes on Adrian's mother finds the painting in her bedroom. She begins to wonder if Adrian had anything to do with Riley's death. Later she also begins to wonder if she had anything to do with Camwren's death as well, since she had asked for his bedroom.
Many other deaths occut during that week, most of them being the girls that were at Riley's slumber party.
Adrian finds out her mother is onto her and tries to murder her mother by sneaking many sleeping pills in a smoothie she had made for her.
Will Adrian get found out before it's too late? View table of contents...


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Submitted:Aug 18, 2010    Reads: 52    Comments: 0    Likes: 1   


"Adrian? Can you come down here I'd like a word with you." Mr.Wells asked as he still sipped his coffee at the bar counter.

"Yes,father,but might I pack my stuff in the trunk, please?"

"Yes,dear, but please hurry up?"

"Yes,father."

Adrian stepped out the door and Mr.Wells watched as Adrian stuffed her duffel bag in the trunk if his car.

"Father? What would you like?"

"Adrian? You have always told me the truth, right?"

"Why do you ask, daddy?" Adrian fiddled with a basket on the counter.

"Well, do you rememer when your mother grabbed you in the kitchen?"

"Yes,daddy, I remember it well." Adrian said, seeking pity.

"Well, she didn't grab you that hard."

"Oh, you're just saying that because mother did."

"Adrian.I watched her.Tell me the truth.How did you break your arm?"

"Umm...I took a fall when I was running up the stairs."

"Adrian.That is not true. Tell me the truth!"

"Okay,daddy! Okay! I peeked into your tool shed and broke it with a vice."

"Why?"

"I don't know, daddy. I just don't know."

"Is it true what your mother said that you killed her?"

"Well, I didn't want her to tell on me?"

"About what?"

"I've been naughty, daddy."

"How many times, Adrian."

"Too many more than I can count."

"Adrian! Why!"

"Because, daddy,because."

Mr.Wells frowned at his daughter. Had they raised her up to be this way?

"Daddy?" Adrian asked.

"Yes, Adrian?"

"Are you too angry?"

"We have to get you some help."

"No, daddy! Oh, I knew this was going to happen!" She took off, slapping her father across the face.





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