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“Her name is Blaire. I… I love her. I’ve loved her since second grade. I remember the first time I saw her. It was on the playground, during recess,” Emmett recalled. The policeman considered stopping the kid, tell him to get straight to the day of the murder. Yet something told him no. Something told him that the boy needed to talk to someone, that he needed someone to hear his side of the story, so he listened. …show more content…
A goddess. An angel. She does everything, she has everything. Blaire has this beautiful brown hair, it drapes down her back like a velvet cloak. Her eyes shine green everywhere she goes, her smile can turn anyone’s day into a good one. She does track, and swimming, volleyball, blah blah blah, every sport she can fit in her schedule. Every club wants her, like student council, or national honor society, or pep club. She has straight A’s, I’m pretty sure she’s valedictorian. And her voice, good God, her voice. It’s this gorgeous soprano that can fill your heart and vibrate your bones. Listening to it is so pleasurable that it should be a sin. She’s better than anyone else in that choir class, but she’s so humble, she’d never admit