It was an early April morning., and the breeze was nice and light. Sophia Robinson exited her house that morning with a spring in her step and the car keys in her hand.
“Good morning, Sophia!” her neighbor shouted in her direction. Sophia waved jovially, feeling better than she had the night before. Her light pink dress blew up a little in the breeze as she entered her car, ready for her busy day. She stuck her key in the ignition. As she reversed out of her driveway, her thoughts turned to her day. She was so inherently excited for her day. She wanted everything to go perfectly; her plan was in motion now.
Sophia stopped her car outside of a very surban looking house and pulled out an overnight bag. She was excited to continue her day. Her grin was overpowering. She had a big bag in her trunk that was absolutely essential for her day. She knocked on te door and it swung open.
“Hello?” she called out. The house seemed rather empty, but she heard shuffling around.
“In here!” Sophia heard a soft voice coming from what seemed like the back of the house. Sophia found the inhabitant in an art room in the back of the house.
“Hi, Anna, you called me here today?” Sophia said brightly to the young woman who sat at her art table.
“Yes, I did,” Anna smiled a blinding grin. Sophia dropped her bag on the floor and they smiled at each other for a moment. “I was wondering if you could..help me with this painting?”
“Is that really what you need help with?” Sophia smirked. Anna slid up to her, her arms snaking around Sophia’s waist.
“Oh Soph, you know me so well,” Anna whispered.
“Yeah?” Sophia breathed.
“Yeah,” Anna smiled. “I need you to help me murder someone.”
“Okay,” Sophia readily agreed.
“Grab your bag.” Anna winked at Sophia. Anna’s long black hair flowed behind her as she and Sophia ran out the door. They hopped into Sophia’s car as Anna gave directions to the factory they would need to go to. As they pulled up, Anna grabbed Sophia’s arm. “That’s him!” she exclaimed.
“You sure?”
“Yes, I’m positive.” Anna opened Sophia’s zipped bag and pulled out the axe. “Go work your magic, girl.” Sophia grabbed the axe and turned it over in her hands. Anna grabbed her face and kissed her fast. “Go.” Sophia smiled and her feet hit the warm asphalt.
“Excuse me, sir?” Sophia called out. By the end, there was lots of blood.
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