You probably already know who I am. If you don't you must be living under a rock with a paperclip but, I'm Naomi Summers California's biggest teen murder. That's why I'm here in Springfield, Arizona.
It's one of the smallest towns in the U.S, the perfect place to just, disappear. Now, you're probably wondering who I murdered and the answer is no one.
After my parents died everyone just assumed it was me.
Like come on I know I hated their guts and all but, I'm not insane! Sure they were stuck-up and only cared about their million-dollar car dealership and barely bothered to say hi to their only daughter in the morning unless it was for a favor. But still, I'm just a teenager.
Anyways when they died and I heard people thought I killed them, I took a butt load of cash from my parents safe and fled to Arizona, a place the snobby rich people I lived around wouldn't dare to go.
Also, I'd just turned 17 so I was legally allowed to live on my own. Plus when I "moved" it would be in the middle of my senior year and then I would just go on to college where I would get a dorm.
Till then I would just have to hang tight in my cramped One-room apartment and lay-low. Hopefully, no one would recognize me.
As I started my first day at Springfield High the only highschool in the area (yes, this place was THAT deserted) I kept my head down the whole day.
I was almost sure when I got "home" I would have a huge neck cramp.
As the day dragged along I was trying to have minimum interaction with any human life what so ever. I just couldn't risk it.
My teachers were fine, I guess. Not that I paid much attention. Back in Cali, I was in Pre Ap with all my classes so basically everything was a review. I mean I could've answered a few questions and saved some kids pride but, these kids have to learn to live on there own.
When I reached my apartment I threw my stuff on the pull-out sofa and headed straight for the shower. After the day I had, I just wanted to wash it all away like the germs on my body.
After I was done I threw on the first pair of sweats I found and some random shirt. When I left the mansion I knew I couldn't bring any sort of device along, because of the risk that they might be able to track me. So all I had to do was read the few books I brought along.
Yes, I do read I'm not totally messed up.
After a while, I went to bed out of boredom hoping the next day would be somewhat better.
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