The girl sat comfortably, swinging to and fro as she scribbled away furiously with her pen. “And then what?” she asked eagerly, looking to her tawny-headed companion.  The lad looked of the same age as the lass, that is to say around 16 or 17, and he paced back and forth while he spoke.

“Then the boy drew back his coat and his lover saw the pistol in his pocket,” he spat out.

The girl stood in her excitement.  “No!” she cried.  “How absolutely horrid!”

“Yes!” continued the boy.  “He had discovered her unfaithfulness and lost his mind.  Very sad, isn’t it?”

The girl fell back onto the swing and sighed.  “How tragic!  It is a perfect ending though.  You are so brilliant!”

The boy took a bow and looked up at her, his eyes full of merriment.  “What should we call it?” he asked.

“I came up with the beginning!” she said indignantly.  “You know the rules!  You must come up with the title!”

The boy resumed his pacing.  As the girl watched him, she couldn’t help but exclaim her adoration. “How lucky I am, James!” she cried.  “Why, every girl ought to be filled to the brim with jealousy over me! Do you remember when we first met?”

The boy stopped in his tracks and turned toward the girl.  “Why no,” he confessed, with a sheepish shrug of his shoulders.  He sat down next to her and drew her to him.  “But I do remember where I first fell in love with you,” he added in a whisper.

The girl giggled and kissed her companion on the cheek.  “Where was that?” she asked.

“Why, you don’t know?” asked the boy in mocked surprise.  “It was at that grand old party the Smiths threw three years ago.  I had no dancing partner and you did look so beautiful.”

“I remember that party!” the girl exclaimed.  “I hardly knew you then.  I didn’t even know your last name.  Now I feel like you could never do anything to surprise me. Do you know you scared me when I was younger?”  The girl giggled again.  “Now I know that you would never hurt a fly.”

They sat for a while, reminiscing on times they had spent together and the adventures they had taken. Suddenly, the boy jumped up.  “Secrets!” he said.

The girl’s eyes were full of confusion.  “Whatever do you mean?” she asked.

“We should call the story ‘Secrets’,” he said.

The girl clapped her hands in delight.  “How fitting!”  She acquainted her pen with the paper, gave a final flourish, and straightened the sheets.  “Here’s another to send to the paper!” she said. “You know that really was a lovely party.  I can still hear the song we danced to.”  She began to hum the steady melody, like a death march to silence.

Suddenly the boy seized her in his arms, but she didn’t protest.  They waltzed around and around the swing until they could dance no more.  They fell back into the swing with flushed faces.

“I am so glad I danced with you at that party,” said the girl when she finally caught her breath.  “I wasn’t planning on going, but the Smith’s eldest insisted that I attend.  He convinced me to go, and to show my appreciation, I even threw him a little party.  I had to let him know that, because of his kindness, I had found my knight in shining armor!”

The boy held the girl at arm’s length.  “I don’t remember that,” he said, the confusion apparent in his voice.

“Of course not, dear,” the girl explained.  “It was that Wednesday that you left for the market.  You were gone all night and couldn't come.”

The boy looked as if he had been struck.  “When I came back the next morning, the Smith boy was just leaving!”

The girl flushed.  “His horse was frightened in the night and had a lame leg.”

The boy stood, working his jaw.  When he couldn’t come up with anything to say, he started to walk away.  However, he stopped to turn around. Then the boy drew back his coat and his lover saw the pistol in his pocket.

No!  How absolutely horrid!
Yes!  He had discovered her unfaithfulness and lost his mind.  Very sad, isn’t it?
How tragic!  It is a perfect ending though.

good story! did you make this up?anyways i give this a 9.9/10 you missed that last .1 percent because im not a murderer.