Serial Killer

My name's Johnson, Haley Johnson. I'm now 25 years old and I had a boyfriend three years ago until everything happened. When my sister died, that's when I lost everyone. My mom died from cancer when I was 4, Dad died from a shooting when I was 6. All I had to rely on was my sister, Sophia. She was 32 years old and she cared for me all my life since we had no parents or any known relatives. But then Sophia died... here's how. Sophia went on a two month vacation to go visit some friends in Europe. When she was coming home, someone shot her. From there, I went insane, literally. I couldn't stand not having my sister with me but then again, she was always the spoiled kid in the family. That night before she died, I went to a few different stores to get some materials for my school project. I got some rope, paint, a hammer, an ax, and a mini gun. My "project" doesn't have to be turned in for a few weeks, so I set out to find the person that murdered my sister, and when I find them, they'll regret killing anyone. I stayed another night with my boyfriend until the next day, then I would leave. Early in the morning around five, I got up and left. I didn't leave a note, a sign, or anything to let him know I left, I just went. It was none of his business anyway of what I was doing, right? He never even liked my sister anyways. I ditched town for about 2 months then I came back the same road my sister came home on, it was in a rich neighbor hood with no harmful people at all. Well except me... The reason no one went to shoot at me was because there was no crazy murderer going around because it was me that killed her. Yes, Sophia's 25 year old sister. Brunette girl with soft green eyes, no one would have ever expected me, a shy girl that seemed innocent. I was always jealous of her; she got everything she wanted while mom and dad were here. What did I get? A total of four toys every Christmas. But now, she's out of my way. I went home later that night fake crying walking into the door and here comes my boyfriend. He's giving me a big warm welcome home hug, I guess he thought I needed some 'time to myself.' Before you knew it, I whispered in his ear, "I killed her, you're next." Before he had time to run away, I grabbed my hand gun and shot him. He was gone too, now I literally have no one but it's my fault. I stood there thinking... what did I just do... I sat down and watched cartoon network for a few hours. 2 am... *knock knock* I open the door and there's three guns pointed at my face. "We traced your marks. You killed your sister two months ago on the night of October 13, 2003." My eyes got wide. How did they find me... "I have no idea who you are or what you're talking about. I only have three brothers. Never had a sister." They told me they would be back the next day and they left. I sat  down again and started watching TV. After about twenty minutes of watching TV, *BANG* I was gone. Going to be with my sister and boyfriend, but probably to hell instead. I deserve it. I didn't like the life I was leading and I didn't want to hurt anyone else. I didn't wanna have kids then them follow in my foot prints but I didn't wanna die in jail. I'm not sure what happens from here cause well... I'm dead.

Who I Am

I'm from east Durham, I lived with my mom, dad, and grandparents up until i was about 4. Then we moved. We stayed in Durham but me, my mom, and my dad moved out. Soon after, my mom and dad got divorced. My mom stayed a single mom for a few months or so. Then my uncle introduced her to William, who is now her husband. A little before they got together, I started cheer leading. I cheered for about 8 years then soon went to gymnastics for a year while I was in cheer leading. When i quit cheer leading, i continued gymnastics for a while and then moved to tumbling and quit. I'm now in horseback riding leasing a pony named Anna and a horse named Levi. Horseback riding has come more of thing to me. There's new horses to ride and jumps to jump, while in cheer leading, there's always that one routine for competitions and it gets old, quick. So for now, I'm gonna continue riding for a while. I'm considering joining gymnastics again but just for fun. I also want to cheer for school but I don't like it as much as competitive cheering. Recently, I got into photography with a few of my mom's friends and now I'm taking photography class and hoping to have my own camera real soon. With my photography, I'm planning on doing action photography and/or photo shoots for people. My photography will mainly be of horses, nature, and sports for now or until I learn more interesting things to photograph. Later in my career, I'm planning on becoming a show jumper, vet, and i will probably try to be a photographer on the side. I want to be a show jumper because every time I watch the Grand Prix or Rolex it makes me want to work harder so I can become the rider I want to be when i grow up. One of my inspirations for show jumping is Reed Kessler, she's the best rider in my opinion. A few years ago I had actually never known that I would want to be a show jumper, I wanted to become an all star cheer leader who went to worlds and became famous, then i quit cheering. After that idea, I wanted to go to the Olympics for gymnastics but that faded away over time... I stopped doing any type of sports only for two months or so, during that time I wanted to start doing more singing. I made you tube videos, sang in the car and around the house. I stopped wanting to be famous because I saw all the drama caused between the singers these days. Now, all I'm focused on is graduating high school and college and being a show jumper and vet. Yes, I know a lot of people will bring me down and tell me I can't do it but I know I can. I highly dislike going to school, but I know to be a vet, I must have at least two years of college so I guess I'll have to deal with school and the early mornings.

Besides Reed Kessler, I think my mom has influenced me a lot with my careers. Whenever I want to quit something, she makes me try harder at it until I know for sure I want to quit. Growing up, my mom/family didn't have quite as much money as everyone else did to pay for all the sports, competitions, outfits, shopping, etc. that I wanted to do, but she definitely tried her best. My mom wants me to the best I can, but to the best, you have to start from something and I suppose something would be nothing. With the help of my mom, coaches, and teachers, I'm doing more shows every month (for my show jumping career), I'm helping more animals ( for wanting to be a vet), and I'm getting my own camera so I can be a photographer also. Now I'm getting closer, and closer to reaching my goals every day.