A Sforzando and Amaya production







Name:Clarissa Valley
Age: 24
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It was the oddest feeling being dead, if asked Clarissa would have compared it to her childhood summers when she would close her eyes and float in the lake close to the family's summer home. That was if anyone asked, but since she was dead no one bothered to talk to her. The frustrating part was that she couldn't remember how it was she had died. Murder. She knew that much since she had been standing in the room with her mother when the FBI agent informed the aging woman that they believed her red haired daughter had been another victim of a recent serial killings.They could only assume since all that had been found so far was her car and enough blood that the owner would have died with out a transfusion. Said daughter had to take that as fact since she her self could only remember what had happened the last morning she was alive.

Clarissa and her long time best friend and roommate shared a small loft apartment three blocks from their college. They had moved in together during their second year despite the fact that both of their parents lived in the city they were attending school in.The move had been about freedom and becoming adults, also Abby found it too hard to enjoy college parties when she had to go back home to her parents. That morning the small blond had been going on and on about some party her boyfriend the frat boy was throwing at his house. Like always Clarissa had agreed to go. So after classes were over the two got ready at their own apartment planning on Clarissa driving since Abby would most likely stay with her current boy toy. The red head had changed in to her favorite white dress with the gray strips and baby doll cut.

Now as she stood in that same dress, her feet bare and her dyed red hair falling down her back in the middle of the FBI headquarters. Her lips were twisted in to a scowl at all of the unsuspecting agents walking around not paying attention to her. True she knew she was dead and by all right shouldn't even be here but she had watched enough TV to know that she hadn't moved on because her killer was still out there.See television does teach you things. Stopping her bare foot in frustration she screamed as load as she could, who would get mad at her anyway they wouldn't hear her, " I hate being dead!"