June 2

It's almost been one month since Father was fired from his work. We're running out of money slowly, and mother says I need to work for money. I understand but I am not sure if 14-years-old is old enough for decent-paying job but I'm willing to do anything. I find it amazing how Mother can support father, Molly, and I. Molly is getting picked on in school, same as I, only hers is worse in a way. She's still young, only 9 and we're going to be living here forever so everyone will know her reputation as we get into high school. It's sad, in a way, because she'll live her life with only 2 pairs of clothes. Mother, Father, and I only have 1 pair so she's lucky to switch everyday. The clothes I wear are very small and have many stains and holes, mostly because I've worn them since last month.

June 3

McDonald's is full, same with Burger King so I can't work there. I've looked into newspapers and the only one I've found is one about hunting. It says, "Hunting - Pay is $60,000". I called the number listed and the job is somewhat like hunting. There's this man that wants his ex-wife dead, and he's hiring someone to kill her. He says he wants her head and the knife that cuts it off. He wants her to be stabbed in the house and that I must be sure not to leave evidence. The only reason why I am taking this job is because I want to keep my family living for a longer time. I have to do it tomorrow night. I really don't mind if it's an undercover cop because I'm sure jail feeds you more then I get fed here.

June 4 I did it. I killed the lady he wanted dead. It was so...amazing. I loved it, almost like a new hobby. I mean the way she took the last blink of an eye and the way her soul left her body just made my headaches and worry go away. It was so soothing, just like a baby is loved. I knew I couldn't stay there long, but I wanted to. I wanted to watch the last breath she took. I remember hearing a somewhat odd popping sound as I stabbed her. It was as if her heart and popped open when the knife went into it. I remember smiling the whole time I cut off her head and when I gave it to the man waiting...he smiled also. We shared some laughs about it and he gave me the $60,000 in small bills, as I had asked. I really hope I don't get caught. I still wonder why he wanted her dead. I didn't question him about it, because I was afraid he might think I am turning him in. The money is right beside me and it seems to be glowing. My clothes are all bloody and they are here in a pile. I'm unsure what to do with it. I can't burn it because that's my only pair. I can't wear it because that will make me a total suspect. I'm not sure how I am going to go into a store to buy some clothes. I can't go in naked or bloody, so how am I going to do this? I'm sure I'll figure it out, but I need some sleep first!

June 5th The police were at school, asking everyone about the man's ex-wife. It turns out her name is Nina Kritchae, a chef at a restaurant downtown but also a sub here, a mean one as I hear. I've never had her though. And I managed to buy some clothes, wearing a pair of Molly's. No one seemed to care, so I'm pretty lucky to have gotten away with wearing clothes so small. The police asked me where I was, and I told them I asleep at home like any other student would be. They asked if I heard anything strange that night. I said no, I was dozed off. They asked if I knew anyone who would want her dead. At that point, I pondered a bit on what to say. If I suggested her ex-husband..would he rat on me? I just shrugged it off and said, "No, sorry." Smart move, I don't want to make myself stick out to the crowd of students. Besides, the man didn't pay me $60k to rat him out. I'm sure he was questioned though..I wonder what he did with the head? He has a good chance of getting caught...but so do I. If he was caught....then I can be caught also. He took the knife from me though, so he has that evidence..along with the head. The clothes I wore wear thrown in an old abandoned house near school, in its yard so that evidence is gone.

June 6 Oh no, they've found my bloody clothes. The news was all over the papers and the whole school would not stop talking about it. I'm so freaked out. I mean, everyone sees my new clothes and they know how my old clothes look. Oh gosh, how do I hide this? Someone from school will probably come forward about me having new clothes and that they recognize the bloody clothes as my old ones. Then the police will search my house and find all the money and this journal. I have to run away...it's my only choice. If I don't, I know I will be caught. I'll do it tomorrow morning, while everyone is asleep. I'll leave half the money on the dining room table with a small note and I'll take the other half and run. For now, I'm going to sleep. It's only 9pm but I'll fake that I am sick.

It worked! I'm outside in a small alley about 20 minutes away. I took about $30,000 with me for food and clothes and such. I left the other half on the table with this note: "I'm sorry I had to leave you, this is my only hope for survival. Here is some money to keep you all living for a while. Good bye" Ok, so that wasn't the best note, but I'm out! I made it and I still can't believe it. I'm going to a local store a few miles away that sells blankets. I'll buy one, come back here, and sleep. I'm still a little nervous. But I think if I walk about 5 miles a day, away from home, I can make it far enough away so that they won't find me. I might even come across a poor neighborhood and I can blend in perfectly. This is all so exciting but I can't forget what I did...I'm sure it will haunt me forever. Well, I'm off to buy something to sleep on. It's about 6am in the morning...so early yet so light outside.

June 7 I haven't found a poor neighborhood yet but I'm looking. I'm guessing that I am about 20 miles away from home. I don't recognize that place I am right now, but it does look a bit rundown. Oh yeah, I forgot to write that I've found an old, abandoned house to sleep in. It seems like this street is deserted, but I don't mind. The house is dusty and full of spider webs, but this is better then anything else. I've bought some food and ate until I was almost sick. I wonder what mother and Molly are doing right now. Perhaps they are happy with the money and one less person to feed. Maybe they are scared and have already contacted the police about me being missing. I plan to buy a newspaper soon and see if anything is mentioned about the "Missing Teenage Killer". I doubt those will be the exact words but maybe it will be. I don't know. I want to make a low profile, staying in this house for a long time. The only thing I can do in here is write so that's pretty much all I am doing. I've searched the house for any treasures of anything and there is nothing interesting. There is a small box that has nothing in it, and a small plastic bag with nothing in it. Nothing good but I store this journal in the box and hide it under a few loose boards. Just in case the cops find me...

As Peter hid the journal in the boards he had mentioned in his writing, he heard a loud knocking at the front door of the house that he was staying in. His heart racing, he peeked out a small window near the door and saw police cars everywhere. He had also seen a big van labeled, "SWAT TEAM" on it. He knew his days running from the police were over. Instead of trying to escape, he opened the door. The police, their guns raised, had the facial expression of a monkey in a bar. It was pure confusion.

"Sir, who are you and where is Baines?" One of officers shouted, unaware of the level of his voice. Peter shared the look of the others as he asked to repeat the name.

"I'm sorry, but I don't know who you are looking for." He replied. "I'm Peter Voghan." Without warning, the police arrested him.

"Peter Voghan, the teenage killer, was arrested while police went to the house to arrest Michael Baines, a local drug lord. It turns out that Baines had been hiding out in the abandoned house and left soon before Voghan saw it. Voghan, who had been running from the police, had murdered Nina Kitchae and was paid for it. He'd left the money he earned on his dining room table, to help support his family and ran away. This all occurred soon after the clothing was found with Kritchae's blood on it. The clothing belonged to Voghan and he feared this would get him caught. The teenage murderer is awaiting trial." - ABC News