Several weeks went by before i saw Pink again. I gave up on my search for her and forgot that i actually killed somebody, well maybe killed somebody. I still don’t know where the body went to.

One day, i was chilling on my sofa when there was a knock on the door. Pink was standing there, completely wet and smelled like bell peppers. You know, that smell bell peppers have when you start chopping them up? Anyway, she barges into my house and tells me she lost the note her mother, Ms. Buttonsworth, gave her. She starts to pace. I point over to the kitchen counter asking her if that small sheet of paper i’ve been using as a coaster, is it. She excitedly yells “YES!” then runs back out of the house down the street. Hmpf. She didn’t even ask how my day was going. I was going to say bad, because i stubbed the same toe 3 times on the same corner. It was the WORST.

I decided to text her to make sure she was okay. In reality, i really didn’t care too much, since i have my closet organization to do, but she was still my friend, I guess.

“Hey whats been up with you lately? What does that symbol mean on the note?”

I waited a few hours and it got dark. She never even read my text. I was about to go to bed when i get a call from Pink. I answered it and all i could hear was heavy breathing.

“Pink are you okay? Whos there? Where is pink?”

I waited a few seconds. A man’s voice came from the other side.

“The symbol is not what it seems”

The phone line went dead. He hung up. I then got a text from pink with a blurry photo of the symbol. It was very hard to tell where she was or what she was doing because of the motion in the photo as well as the flash making it all white. Then, i realized what it meant. It all clicked. Pink was in trouble.

After eating my hotdog, i decided to go back to the park to see if Ms. Buttonsworth’s body was still there. I would have assumed so since dead bodies don’t move right?

Wrong.

When i got back, there was no sign or trace of Pink or Ms. Buttonsworth. I tried searching the area for clues but there wasn’t even a single speck of blood. There should have at least been a little blood, since i stabbed her pretty hard.

I decided i had to find out where Pink went. I asked around to see if anybody had seen a girl with pink hair who looked old, but also young at the same time run around somewhere. The hotdog guy said he watched the whole fight and thought it was pretty messed up for a hot dog. I shrugged.

He went on to say, ” After you stabbed her, which you should be in jail for..”

I nodded kind of like i heard what he was saying but wasn’t listening.

“The pink haired lady ran across the road to the really old library. It should really be torn down if you think about it. The roof is being held up by 4 sticks.” I thanked him and ran over to the library.

Inside, I snuck around until i found Pink reading a really thick book. It was at least a foot high. I watched her as she read a piece of paper.. I wasn’t sure what she was going to do.. i found out that it must have been important because she left the note she was reading from. It was a symbol. It looked like 3 rings, tied together with a string.

After she left the library she walked to the donut shop. Maybe the three rings were 3 donuts tied together? After watching her order, it wasn’t for the symbol. Since she ordered a bismark donut, which don’t have holes in them.

After the donut shop I watched her go into a jewelry store. It all made sense now, the 3 rings were actually rings! As she walked in she started walking all the to the back of the store. I waited out front to see if she would come back. She never did. I went inside to ask one of the employes if she knows a pink haired girl.

She said, “There’s a pink haired girl that works here. I think she’s working right now.”

“oh great, can i speak to her?” I waited by the counter.

A different, pink haired girl comes out of the back.

“Can i help you with something?” She asks. I shook my head and left. Strange.

After waiting for 12pm to hit, we ran as fast as we could towards each other, all meeting in the middle. The fight was glorious, magnificent and blood pumping! Just as i was about to reach for the hotdog, which we set down in the very middle of our fighting on the ground, Ms. Buttonsworth tells us to stop. She hesitantly grabs Pinks hand and says, “Pink.. i have something to tell you. Something really important. I am your mother”

Pink started to get teary eyed as my stomach kept growling. I know it was supposed to be an amazing moment and all, but i couldn’t help myself. So, i took out my switchblade and stabbed Ms. Buttonworth in the back. I ran away with the hotdog, never looking back. This was my life now. I was a cold hard criminal.

I needed a place to hide so i went into a dark alley. I sat behind a dumpster and ate my hotdog. I was still hungry. What does a girl have to do to get food around here? Pay for it? psh, please.

Pink, Ms. Buttonsworth and me all were walking in the park enjoying the nice day. The sun was out, the birds were chirping, and we all decided we were getting a little peckish. There was a hotdog stand just up ahead so we decided to go get one. When we got there, it was $2 dollars, for a hotdog with fixings.

I looked in my wallet and i had 50 cents, Pink had $1, and Ms. Buttonsworth had 25 cents. About to lose all hope and starve, there was a quarter on the ground. Our lucky day. We bought the hot dog but then the dilemma was that we had to decide who got the hot dog. Sharing wasn’t a thing between us, too many bad experiences. The only logical way was a fight to the death, of course. We go into our positions and waited until high noon.