This Friday, we wrote a story in our English lesson. We were supposed to continue the story of the song you can see above: no body no crime (Taylor Swift, HAIM). I had it pre-written but just before the lesson had started, I realized that "gosh, this actually is too long" and so I decided to make it shorter to somewhat fit into the number of words (which was 200-230). I simply took the last paragraph and changed it a bit so that there would be less words. I'm not saying I managed to actually fit in but I got really close to it.

So here you have the official story my teacher is about to read. I honestly like the longer version more but I'm still satisfied with this one since I made it in like five minutes only. The next one is gonna be the longer yet (in my opinion) better version.

Just to make sure no one gets confused: the main character is the mistress now and the plot is about her taking revenge after the police started suspecting her of Este's husband's murder.

Enjoy! (:

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Finally. She was alone. Alone in the middle of the night. No men nor women around her. Just her and me, her dark shadow. The clattering of her high heels was filling the empty air. Her hips swaying from side to side with such a confidence. If only she knew I was right there, hiding in the dark, watching her every single move, completely silent. Staring at her, a murderer, a stealer. A person who took my money away from me. Who cares about him, let his corpse rot in the ground, but my life was ruined now. All thanks to her.

That's why I had been working on a plan to get rid of her for so long, following her around for days. And now, like a gift sent from the heavens, she was right there, in front of me, weak and vulnerable. It was this moment. Everything was perfect. Until I stepped on a dry leaf, it causing a loud cracking sound stopping her steps.

Just then could I see all her muscles tensing up, her body completely frozen. Like if she got stuck in time. Without making a sound, she turned her head a bit towards her right shoulder like if she was trying to catch that sound once again. She for sure knew I was there, she must've heard me. She must've felt the death crawling up her back.

And so I stepped out of the shadows, pressed the knife in my hand to her neck and smiled, my lips almost touching her ear. My breath caressed her neck when I whispered: "I know you did it."