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â€Å"Please don’t kill me!† No, No don’t hurt me! Ahhhhhhhh ! â€Å"Someone help me!† I quickly jumped up out of my bed as my alarm almost gave me a mild heart- attack. I was drenched in sweat. It looked as if I had been running a marathon. â€Å"Good Morning sunshine, wake up sleepy head,† my Aunt Erica announced, waking me up. My Aunt Erica and Uncle Freddie took me in because my parents,younger brother and sister were killed in an accident. The autopsy showed that the Porsche they were riding in burst into flames. I find the accident quite odd, because my Dad always took care and monitored his car. The detectives said it was an accident but I believe someone had something to do with it. My Dad owned one of the largest companies in Los Angeles. We were well known in California. The night my parents died, I was at home studying for my mid-term, with my boyfriend. They left to go attend a press conference and my brother Dylan and sister Marissa went with them. A few hours later, the police showed up at my house three hours later and broke the news to me. I was devastated for weeks. I would cry every second of the day. It was really hard, I still don’t think I will ever get over it. The adoption case was very short. Because my father was such a wealthy man, his half his fortune would pass down to me when I turn 16†¦ The adoption process went by rapidly. In the spam of two weeks, I lived with my aunt and uncle. I was a nervous wreck to go back to school. I haven’t been since my parents died. Everyone in the world heard about my dad’s death, so I know that the kids in my new school have. I rolled out of bed to endure my delicious breakfast that mu uncle made. I glanced at my face as I passed by the mirror. My eyes were swollen... ...o a man and Jason was coming to his office. I sent the notes to my email address and hurried out his office. I ran to Nicole’s car and she sped off. â€Å"What happened?† It was him he did it. I can’t go to the police. I want to have my party before my life gets worse. I will do it tomorrow, I promise. I went home and went straight to sleep. My aunt and uncle woke me up with a huge cake that said HAPPY BIRTHDAY in white sweet frosting. I woke got out of bed around 10:00 am. My party started around 8:30 so I needed to go, because I had a lot of stuff to do. My old and new friends came over my house and we all got our hair, nails, eyebrows, and hair done. We got to my party and there he was trying to kill me. That was the tragedy of my sweet 16. The man that my family trusted was the same one that killed my parents, brother and sister just for my dad’s inheritance.