1 Episode 1

"Buddy! Come here boy!"

"Buddy?!"

"I can't believe he did this, it is so unlike him." I put my hands to my head and sit down against the park bench. Pandora sits next to me and rubs my back softly.

"He is a wonderful dog, I wonder what got into him. It's getting late though, maybe he will find his way home in the morning."

"Yeah...he probably just got a little distracted, I hope someone checks his tag and returns him. We should head home." We both start walking away from the park. It was 11 and tomorrow we have the last of our spring finals before summer break begins.

Pandora was a nice person, she and I have known each other since we were children. My parents and her parents naturally became friends due to religion. She was shorter than me. I am 6 foot and she is a mere 5 foot. Her skin is appealing in weird ways. It is light enough so that her emotions can clearly be expressed. But it also isn't pale if that makes sense. She is more muscular than me. I have a more skeletal build. Pandora is a multiple sport girl. I prefer keeping at home. I admire the fact she is my neighbor. Being Muslim here was NOT the go for these 'Cult of America' people.

"Aamon?"

"Yes?" Pandora hugs me and I sigh as she wishes me a goodnight and jogs off. I hadn't even noticed my house was right in front of me.

I trudge up the wooden steps after watching her go inside of her own house. We live in the suburbs during school time but my parents chose to move to the 'summer house' during the two month time span of break. Sometimes Pandora would join us.

"Ahh I don't wanna go to fucking school." I slam my head against the front door as soon as I shut it. The white door had been witness to plenty of my self harming actions. And few crimes of harming others...like my dog.

"Where the hell is- oh yeah." I start to remember as I go upstairs; the golden retrievers last few moments were definitely full of betrayal.

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4 hours prior

Tears soaked my face as I cried over the now deceased body of my dog. The golden retriever stood no chance against my bow and arrow. I shot him seven times in total; at first it was an accident, but the cries of pain after three more satisfied me. The last few were to make sure he wasn't suffering. He was a good dog.

A glade trash bag and an amazon box seemed like a good makeshift casket. I made sure to mark the box with his death date. Pandora would probably be the first suspect if he was found. Her and I share an interest in archery, therefore our parents bought us matching sets. It hurt me to think that way, but sacrifices need to be made. If I planted her with the murder weapons then it would be an easy cover-up. My arrows are stained with the scarlet blood, so when I grab them I have to make sure to not touch anything directly. Even after I still wipe everything down with chemical wipes. Cleaning the house tomorrow would be a great thing though, just to check for more evidence. Now all I have to do is find a perfect cover up story.

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