Murder

Leona got out of bed, tired that morning. She went downstairs to breakfest, where her father, an uncertain barbarian was standing. He glanced at his wristwatch, which read 9:30. "Leona, you better start to get going. Patrick is waiting for you." "Ok." And so she head off to Patrick's house. Patrick was her friend who was a convicted murderer, but no one knew exept her and Patrick. He avenged his sisters death by killing the killer, a reserved fisherman. When Leona got to Patrick's house, a pair of tongs was sitting on the porch. Leona wondered why it was there. She knocked on the door. Instead of Patrick answering, it was Patrick's mom, Katrina. "Come in, come in," she said. "Winter is extremely cold." As Leona stepped inside, she saw someone else in the house. He looked like a snobby clockmaker. "Ugh, more people?" he muttered. "Sorry, that's our uncle." Patricks coming now." As Katrina said that, a toy plane came zooming down the stairs. "Sorry, mommy, I just wanted to try it," Patrick said. Leona made a strange noise so that Patrick would notice her. "Oh, hi Leona," Patrick said. "Come upstairs with me." As Leona climed up the stairs, she tripped on a feathet