Fake Identity
I opened the front door, and standing there was Anna, my best friend. I was shocked. She looked at me disgustedly. What was wrong? I gulped.
“Hey Anna!” I said.
“I know you did it.” She said coldly. I’ve never seen her act this way.
“Did what?” I was hoping it wasn’t what I was thinking.
“You, monster! I know you did it!” I saw tears start to fall. I have never seen her get angry.
“I did. I did it. Okay!” I burst into tears remembering the guilt I felt.
*1 week before*
I turned on the news. “Breaking news! We are reporting live, there has been a stolen painting in the HistoryVista Museum!” The reporter said.
I stood there shocked. I was the thief. I did it. I would never ever EVER tell anyone, though.
I looked at Anna with guilt. “Fine I’ll tell you. I did it… because… because I needed the money, and I tried to make myself look innocent by being the “hero”! That’s why I did those things! Okay!” I cried.
She softened. “Camilla, I’m sorry you felt that way. But regardless you need to turn yourself in, you can’t keep living like this.” She sighed.
I nodded. She pulled me into a hug.