Being framed for murder sucks. Being framed for the murder of your old friend-turned-enemy-turned-maybe-friend-again sucks even worse. The old Sheldon would’ve raised hell, but no, I’ve been nice. I’ve been quiet. I’ve not said a word while the headlines rip me to shreds, but now? All bets are off. I’m going to find out who did this to me and I’m going to make them pay. I don’t care who will get hurt in the process.
I brandished the knife,
waving it back and forth. It was almost pretty as the light reflected off it.
“So I’m going to give you an incentive.”
“W-w-what are you
talking about?” He swallowed again. “What kind of incentive?”
I grinned at him.
He sucked in his breath,
knowing his question had been the wrong question to ask.
I said, “I’m glad you
asked.”
Then
I flipped the knife in the air, flicked my hand around, caught the handle, and
slammed it into his leg. 
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I didn't begin writing until after undergraduate college. There'd been storylines and characters in my head all my life, but it came to a boiling point one day and I HAD to get them out of me. So the computer was booted up and I FINALLY felt it click. Writing is what I needed to do. After that, I had to teach myself how to write. I can't blame my teachers for not teaching me all those years in school. It was my fault. I was one of the students that was wishing I was anywhere but at school! So after that day, it took me lots of work until I was able to put together something that resembled a novel. I'm hoping I got it right since someone must be reading this profile! And I hope you keep enjoying my future stories.
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