The possibilities were endless. I felt like a miniature Sherlock Holmes trying to find the villain who thinks they’ve gotten away with the perfect crime. My number one suspect was one of the ladies who lived in the apartments to the right of our house. Her name was April and she was a curious character. For as long as I have known she has lived in the same apartment, always riding around town on her rusty red moped. I reckon that she has lived there even longer than that. I became to doubt April’s intentions because of a few clues. She lived alone with her cat and she had just broken up with her girlfriend. As far as clues go, I didn’t have much to go on besides …show more content…
As the years went on, I always remembered finding those magazines and the loss of the unfortunate children’s purity. I remember it to the point of bringing it up to my sister and brother. My sister said she remembers and still finds it hilarious like she did back then (she was one of the kids looking on in vague interest). When I talked to my brother, he told me the magazines were his and a few neighborhood kids. This revelation finally solved the case, and gave me a good laugh from the phrase I conducted, “community