My name is Angelina and I’ve been asked to take over this blog for the day. I don’t know why, I don’t have much to say. Stuff happened in town around the time of my best friend Emma’s boyfriend Turner’s birthday. Murder. My parents said the town hadn’t seen that kind of crime in over 20 years. Other things are happening now, too, and I can’t wait for senior year to be over and go off to college far from here.
Turner and his best friend Jay – who I liked – wanted to do something fun for their birthday after the big party their parents always throw at Turner’s house. They had told us they were going to Outdoor Guys camp the next day and needed to prepare, so we left a little while after everyone else did. Turner finally asked us to go because they had ‘stuff to do’ to get ready. I guess that was getting their stuff together to go hang out by the creek and swim, find a dead body, and help Jay become a dead body as well.
No, I’m not bitter. Jay wasn’t even my boyfriend yet. I’m sad. His life shouldn’t have had to have been cut so short. Emma’s the one who sort of bitter. Turner lied to her and then disappeared. We didn’t know where he went, and when he called her to ask if he was still her boyfriend he still didn’t say where he was. Like he’s hiding or something. It makes me wonder how dangerous the people who did these murders really are. Why do cops and lawyers think Turner needs to be in some sort of witness protection program? I worry for my and my family’s safety. My mom says I’m too young for that and that she’ll do the worrying for us, but if the person or people who did these things are willing to kill one teenager, what makes her think they won’t kill more teens?
I wonder what happened to Turner, too, but it must be for his own good, or to protect the rest of his family. I hope he’s okay. Emma’s worried, too. That call resolved nothing other than her telling him they can’t get back together whenever he decides to show his face around here again. Come to think of it, the call was really out of the blue. I feel like I would try to reach out after just a couple of days, but this was weeks. He must have found a new girlfriend near wherever he is and wanted to make sure he wasn’t cheating after lying. My mom says stuff like that can go hand-in-hand and that I should be careful when I do start dating. I find it hard to believe that teenage boys are like that.
I’m going to have to see if I can find Turner. Those protection programs hide people in plain sight or whatever. He’s probably in some neighborhood not far from home, living life as if nothing’s wrong. Emma would probably like to know. I could ask his parents, but they’re probably helping him hide. I wouldn’t want to go away without my parents knowing where I am. But if he really is in some protection thing, wouldn’t that mean that anyone who knows him shouldn’t know where he is? Like those would be the first people someone would go to to try to find him? Maybe I shouldn’t ask.
I just don’t want to be on edge about it all anymore. I – I’m sorry. I have to go.