In a small town filled with dirty little secrets is where I come from we all claim to be a certain person, but then our actions later on show us who we really are. Our town, our home was once a great place that I loved claiming as my home but one person can change that in one day and ruin the rest of your life. When you think you know someone not by how long you’ve known them but the times they have been there for you and always seem to bring you back on your feet can be something great. It can either hurt you in the long run or give you the urge to kill when you find out the truth that they were pretending to be someone else, everything they said was a lie pretending to care just to see you fall apart who knew our town would be full of them. I have these two friends we’ve grown up together since we had preschool together and we share so many great memories with each other, so many hardships, but we always manage to be there for one another even though it can create danger for us. Recently one of my friends got us into a situation that we are having trouble getting rid of and someone clearly wants us to keep our mouths shut. Last summer my two friends and an enemy who was once our friend spent a lot of our time at a lake where everyone in Rosewood spent as well which gave people the chance to create rumors and start trouble. Our friend was very manipulative and conniving once she discovered a secret of yours she would use it against you to get what she wanted our friend who would even do it to us, but at the time we didn’t realize it until it was too late. We all had our own secret that only she understood by telling her it brought us together in a way made us who we are today that’s the only reason why I’m thankful for having her in my life. That summer we witnessed a different side of her for once she was the one that was terrified which I never thought was possible especially the family she comes from who will turn your life into a living nightmare once you do them wrong or they assume you have tried. We were all gathered by the bomb fire when she came up to us short of breath like she was running a marathon with the look of fear in her eyes. She wanted us to meet her at the cabin in thirty minutes didn’t give a reason we just knew it was something serious so once again we had to put aside our fun and figure out what she did now. We would have showed up on time but once again we came across some trouble along the way my friend Boston went to get a flashlight and she took longer than she should have so my other friend and I decided to see what the holdup was. The bad news was the door was either jammed or locked and she was on the other side of the door not answering so they only option was to break the window of the door with any object we could find which was a chair we weren’t really thinking since we were in a state of shock. We found her on the floor unconscious and on top of that my friend was bleeding from her wrist from breaking the window what was supposed to be a great night turned out to be a night that would haunt us for the rest of our lives. Whatever our friend had to tell us someone else didn’t want her to say a word when we arrived at the cabin it was up in flames. The firefighters, officers, never recovered a body our friend who was in that cabin was missing which was no coincidence she had a dirty secret that someone didn’t want getting cleaned and we had to be the ones to figure it out. It was a hard rest of the summer dealing with the fact she was missing and that the person who was involved was still around in Rosewood not knowing exactly who it could be but knowing we saw whoever was responsible face every day was hard pill to swallow. All the family she had was her grandmother who was never home so we couldn’t get any information from her if she even had any, our friend had lots of people despise her so anyone could have been capable of wanting to hurt her. So that’s how we were going to start get information from all those who was a victim on her blackmail list we were going to get to the body of her disappearance one way or another. Some people asked why we were trying to even help out the girl when all she enjoyed was making people’s lives miserable which was a good question she made our lives a living hell so why help her? Maybe because we were afraid of her.