Jane Rundolf - Task Three
User: perditapongo
So. Arthur Knightgale was the Painter. I wouldn't have thought it. Kids are running around screaming, others breaking down crying. But the other type is saddest of all. Standing there, emotionless, faces clear.
I would be one of those. The thing is, murder is so terrible. It ends life for the person killed, and wrecks it for their family and friends. Death is bad. Murder is worse because it means someone hates that person so much that they want to get rid of them forever.
That's why I hate my father. He murdered a woman from his work, and hung her body out the office window. He died in prison and my mum used his money to compensate for the family's loss and pay for my education, I was only two when he died. I still hate him. He was never there.
I gave the rest of my money to the family as well, and the woman's daughter became my best friend.
Weird how good things can come from bad.
Maybe this will get better too.
I hope so.
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