• my name is veronica. i loved to run. i love to play. i loved to do most anything. i used to love to play with my long black hairand puting on bright makeup. i love to be the little girl that always smiled. i miss how i used to be. my name is veronica and this is my story.
    it all started when i was 8. i was waiting for dinner to be done. so i dissided to just run. i wasn`t going anywere specil.just running.i ran and sung the abc`s.people stop and stair at me as i sing. i finished i saw this guy sitting on the sidewalk.this is my first mistake was made.
    i walk over to the man and sat down with him he had black spiky hair, no shirt, black pants and he was smoking a green cigurate."hey kid"the man said."what is your name""veronica.what is yours""my name is trotru"he said."trotru. that is a strange name.""maybe to you i am not from here i just moved here last week.""do you like it here trotru"
    "i would like it more if i had a friend.""i`ll be your friend"thouse 4 words wherethe 2ndmistake." would you like to go to my house."he said."i don`t know i have dinner soon""well you can go to my house for a little while and then go when you have to" he said happly."ok"i said happly. so we both entered the house. this was my last mistake.
    my name is veronica.i was raped and murdered thatday.trotru was my friend for 4 minutes.this is my story just told. look out for my friend trotru. he just might get you next.