Creative Writing: Sydney Andolina

She was the daughter of the richest man in the city of Roxbury,Maryland. She was the captain of the varsity volleyball team of Almyra High. She was the to-be valedictorian for the class of 2015. She was beautiful with her sun-kissed blonde hair, emerald green eyes that shined, and skin like peaches and cream. She was the queen bee of school reigning supreme among her peers. Wherever she went people flocked to her like a bear mesmerized by a golden, dripping beehive of tantalizing honey .Girls envied her. Boys wanted to her man. Parents adored her charming demeanor. She had a pristine life that anyone would kill for.
That’s where the problem starts. Her name was Sydney Andolina. The whole suburban city of Roxbury, Maryland had revolved around her. It started on a crisp autumn morning;frost was lining the trunks of trees, colorful leaves had floated about, and the air had a sweet aroma of wood. It was an ordinary day for the residents of Roxbury. Little did anyone know what had happened yet.
Sydney Andolina was dead.
Police cars swarmed the area, the wind blew more fiercely and cars were packed all around the street.
Sounds of wailing police cars had echoed throughout the night flashing their red, white, and blue lights around the town. There it was. The body of Sydney Andolina. There were no signs of struggle and not a single cut was found on her body. Her face was of a porcelain dolls, fragile and pale. The ambulances rushed into the scene and carted Sydney to the nearest hospital to perform autopsy. The whole town of Roxbury was shocked who would want to kill such an ideal kid. However inside their heads they knew the answer.
Everybody. News trucks and reporters swarmed the house of the Andolinas for the whole week after her death. The press had exploded with news of the death of the perfect child Sydney Andolina. Some people claimed it was a brutal murder. Others thought that she had been poisoned. For all anyone knew the whole thing could have been an accident, but the people of Roxbury knew better than that. It definitely wasn’t an accident. The autopsy had come in two weeks after the death of Sydney. It showed a high level of cyanide in her blood flow and large bruises on her back. With the autopsy came a letter signed from a person named Emerson Casella… The doctors had found the letter inside the pocket of the hoodie Sydney had on. If you’re reading this message then I’m dead right now. Nobody knew how much I struggled. My life wasn’t as perfect as anyone thought it was. It was horrible. Nobody knew how my parents treated me once I got home. One wrong move and I would get bruises that would last a lifetime embedded onto my skin. To everyone in Roxbury I may have seemed perfect, but I was far from it. At least that's what my parents claimed. Nobody knows this, but I was actually adopted after the REAL Sydney Andolina died because of bad treatment from Mr. and Mrs. Andolina. I was the replacement they found at an orphanage. I somehow managed to survive this torture for 16 years, but not anymore. I figured meeting my creator would be better than living a life of who I am not. At least I’m in a better place.
Signed,
Emerson Casella (My Real Name)
You may wonder who is this telling this story? All I’ll tell you is that I’m the original...