Hello, Emma answered. It was 3:00 in the morning, the phone rings but no answer. She spoke again, there was no answer. The caller ID said Mama but where was she? Two shots went off, then another one. Her mother lived 3 hours away from where she was. Emma calmly got out of bed, went as she was. Jogged down the stairs and went out the door.
Emma cried and cried when she was on the highway, going on the speed of 200. It was rainy and cars passed by instantly as she was on the road alone. She was at her mother's house in no time. Cray sister lived right around the corner from her mother. Emma jerked the car forward, taking the car keys and running into the house. When she got up the stairs, next to the front door. She jiggle the keys. There was someone in the house. Cray's mother with her long blond hair and with that long black coat.
The mother gave and smile and ran outback. Emma mysteriously place her fingers on the door, whispering "Your dead".
Emma jiggles the door with her key but the lock has been changed. Emma busted the door window with her arm. Then unlocks the door like that. Walking in the house smoothly and calmly. Jogging up the stairs to her mother's room.
The body laying on the bed, the body posture laying on her side, while the phone was in her ear. Emma took the phone and placed it in her pocket. The Ambulance came and she had to get out of there as soon as possible. There was a backdoor and she clearly walked out the back door without getting caught. Even though the police officers was in the house and she was coming out, nobody saw her. One of the Neighbors saw her run out of the house.
Emma drove over to Cray sisters house, and broke in without anything being broken. Emma walked up the stairs, slowly, calmly, and steady with a gun on her side. The sister wasn't expecting anything worse to happen to her. Emma pulled triggers until she had none left, she had a box of bullets, 200 box bullets. And she used all of them. The last one she pulled and spoke when she fired the last one.
And that was for my mother, bitch! And the rest is for my life story. She walked down the stairs, police sirens, came. Emma walked down the stairs one by one. Walking into the kitchen, grabbing a fruit, bites into it. Two cops came in, opening the balcony door open slowly, not knowing that She was sitting in the kitchen in the dark. When they were unaware, she shot fired. Eating her apple calmly, spitting the seeds out. Finally leaving the house, shooting the police officers as she was getting into her car.
Cray mother came and Emma sat in the car waiting for her peacefully.