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Monday, January 18, 2010

the death of Patricia

Patricia was invited me to sleepover at her house and also 10 pupils. Patricia lives far away from my house, she live at manor house in Beverly Hills while I live in Chicago. So she asks me to come and stay at her house for three days. I wouldn’t go back to Chicago, it’s just a wasting a money. So I decide to stay at her house but not only me stay at her house and also the rest. The rest of us just have a fun night with Patricia and just stay at her house for a couple day.

It’s already midnight, I felt so tired and also the rest. We are heading to our room, there’s no one left behind me. My room was very far from Patricia’s room and the rest. Everyone is gone to sleep but except me. I don’t feel exhausted because of the party but I just want to rest for awhile and read one of my favorite books. After reading the book, I was very thirsty and I don’t have my glass beside my table lamp. So I decide to take water for drink.

It was dark and cold all over the place. I was alone walked around in this house because Patricia’s house is huge. No one can’t imagine of her house. I would’t remember where her kitchen but there is something wrong at her place. Well, I’m not sure what it is. Finally, I found the kitchen but then suddenly have one guy come to the have kitchen. I’m not sure what his doing, probably he have a sleep disorder or else. I ask him “What are you doing in the kitchen?’’ and he said “nothing, I’m just thirsty, and how about you? Why are you doing in the kitchen in the middle of the night?” I reply his question with very low voice “me??? Same like you did. I’m just thirsty and my glass is totally empty so I decide to come in here”. And then that guy went off suddenly. I’m not sure what he did, but its make me full of curiosity about him. It’s already 12.30 am, and I go back to my room and to take a nap.

The next day, I was taking a breakfast with 10 pupils but it seems that there’s missing around this kitchen, but I’m not sure what it is. It’s kind of awkward when I talked to the stranger pupils because I never seen them before or never talk to them in personal maybe those pupils are Patricia’s friend but she never mention their name to me. So I ask one of them, do you know where’s Patricia go? And one of her friends answer with very nice voice, she said “no, I don’t see her this morning, maybe she’s still in her room! Why don’t you check her?” She gave me a good idea. I said to her “yes, thank you for your suggestion.

So I went to Patricia’s room to check whether she is there or no. when I open her door room and check, there’s no one in there maybe she’s in a library. Patricia is a book worm because she has her own library at her house. So I went to the library and what I see, the light is still open. I don’t know what her doing that time. So I went inside it and I saw there’s dead women lay in the floor. I was scared and I looked who will be that person. So when I near to the person and look at that person, I was shock and run away from that place to tell the rest that PATRICIA IS DEAD.

So I told every single thing about Patricia so that Sherlock Holmes is easy to find who the killer is.

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