Red is For Murder {Prologue}

My name is Amanda Christine Pace. I’m 17 years old and I live in a big town in California. I go to a private school, that goes all the way through your first four years in college. It’s a dump honestly, but since my parents died, I got all the money, and I can afford it. I suppose it’s become my home. My hair isn’t like all the blonde bimbo’s in this school; It’s just a dark brown with some tinge of red. Being about 5’6, I’m honestly one of the shortest girls in my classes. Dark blue eyes also separate me from the others, being they think I’m possessed or something. Which of course is a load of crap. I’m not really big on going outside, unless it rains. But since I don’t go into the sun much, I have fairly pale skin. But it works for an even tone. I guess you could say I sort of hate this school, yet love it because it gives me what I want for a pretty fair price. Not that money is a big deal to me.

When my parents died, I was about 6 years old. All I remember from it, was that they went to Las Vegas, and got into a car accident from a drunk driving Big Rig. He slammed right into their little BMW and sliced my parents in half. I never cried for some reason, and I still haven’t to this day. At that point, the only person I had left was this really old grandmother, who really hated me and used to beat me the entire time I lived with her. That is until child services came out and took me away from her by the time I was about 8 years old.  I think she just wanted my money, which is kind of ridiculous. Then after that I ended up getting taken by these really happy people, who found that my sadistic ways weren’t exactly to their liking, and of course the fact I took a fancy of witch craft from my grandmother. I think that was the only useful thing she taught me. I used to cast a lot of spells to help me get better grades, not that at that point they really helped me much. They eventually ended up getting rid of me around the time I was 9. I stayed into the foster house for a while, until some guy I didn’t even recognize smiled and decided to “Adopt Me”. I remember he had black hair, and emerald green eyes. I used to get entranced in his eyes a lot. Never quite understood why they were so green, or how they got that way. Though, I kind of wonder what it was like with him, because I can’t really remember much of my time with him. Around the time I was 10, I got a card in the mail, very formal. It was specifically written to me at this man’s house. Eventually, I opened it and found out that my grandmother was dead, she died from a stroke. I didn’t cry about that death either. A few weeks later after I got that card, I figured out that I had no living relatives left. Which, at the age of about 10, I really didn’t understand that much. Then around the time I was 13, the man sort of disappeared, but left me my money, and made it accessible to me. I ended up leaving his house, and moving into the private school. Which is where I’ve been ever since.

When I first moved in, I met this girl. Her name was Eileen, she was very pretty, and of course, I was very jealous. She had golden blond hair, which she most of the time dyed black, and she had green-blue eyes, which were also very pretty. She was fairly tanned, though she never really went outside. At least I had the capability to say she was the same height as me, giving us some sort of similarities. Also, she was very popular with the boys. At first, me and her really never got a long, but since we’ve been in the same room for about 4 years now, we sort of grew onto each other. Now, it’s rare for anyone to see us apart, except those few days where she likes to go on dates with random guys that have asked her out. Even without her blond hair, she still gets guys. I guess in a way I’m still sort of jealous of her, but honestly, she’s all I got. She’s my best friend, my sister, and my support. If I didn’t have her, I’m not entirely sure what I’d do.

Then you have our room. I think we have the best of the best, being the fact that when we first moved in we had one of the worst, but as they learned that I had a great abundance of money, and the fact that Eileen and I became good friends, I got them to upgrade us. Giving us the most expensive, biggest room available to students. It had 2 levels, the top level was the upper area; we rarely ever used it, unless of course, we wanted to watch TV or get our clothes. I didn’t quite understand it, but the two closets were upstairs. It was kind of weird to tell you the truth. The lower level on the right was our bedroom and bathroom, where Eileen and I slept, there was about 20 feet between our beds. Then about 15 feet from my bed, there is the bathroom, which has a stain glass shower, and a gigantic mirror, along with old fashioned toilet. Then on the lower left there is the kitchen, which has an island about 10 feet long, which is where the fruits are. And on the wall, there is the sink, fridge, and all those things. Throughout the house, there was a lot of big windows, which we covered in some black satin sheets, we weren’t a fan of using things that were meant for it. I suppose you could call us spoiled, but if you have the money, why not use it?

Through the school years, life has been pretty normal. But lately, things have been going a bit oddly, and I’m not entirely sure what’s going on. The puking, the dreams, the notes. It’s all just way to confusing.