‘Finding a way into tricky situations has never been a problem for me- although I still haven’t learned the art of getting out of them.’

When Paris was little, she was constantly getting in trouble. That’s just who she was; a little trouble maker, who couldn’t help but ruin and tear down everything in her path. It was just how she was born.

She’d paint walls with permanent markers in the ugliest colors, she’d put foil in the microwave, she’d let the dog out without a leash, causing her poor mother to have to search the neighborhood for the old beagle.

There was a scapegoat for her. Her sister, Grace.

Mother’s punishments were quite harsh. She wasn’t afraid to get physical. She also wasn’t afraid of telling Paris that she was a mistake and only made things harder.

Grace would notice this. Grace was the perfect child, and punishments on her would be far less rough. Grace would take some responsibility for actions she had no clue about.

A boy sneaking into the house at night? It was Grace’s boyfriend. Fifty dollars missing from mom’s wallet? Grace wanted to get some new shoes.

Paris herself was never good at getting out of tricky situations. If she didn’t have a sister, she would’ve been beaten to a bloody plump. Her sister was always the one to get her out of trouble.

This, however, Grace could not get her out of. Not unless Paris somehow made Grace’s murder look like a suicide. But how can you make 3 bullets to the back of the head look like a suicide? No, no. Paris heard the sirens.

She wasn’t getting out of this.

She’s going to have to face the punishment this time.

A dead body can’t help her.