MURDER WITHOUT CONTACT
A freaky thing happened to me on the way home from school one day.  I was walking across the street, and I noticed this car driving in zigzags all over the street.  I looked inside the car, and I saw two people in the car.  In the driver’s seat, a woman, and in the passenger’s side, a man--or something like a man--with green eyes holding a knife up to the woman’s neck.  I think to myself, what should I do?  Should I call 911 and help this poor woman out?                     Since I was born, I have always felt uncomfortable talking to people that I didn’t know.  When I was young that was fine, because I was never supposed to talk to strangers.  I’m older now, though (14 to be exact), and now that I have more responsibilities, that requires being able to talk to people I don’t know.  I’m still working on this.          But anyway, I felt it would be very uncomfortable if I talked to some cop over the phone, so I decided not to call 911.  There are lots of people in my neighborhood, I thought, they’ll call for help.      Weeks passed since I saw the guy with the green eyes threatening to kill the woman in the car, and I had not heard anything about the poor woman or the freaky guy.  That is, until a kid in my class decided to throw a swimming party in the lake in my neighborhood.  We were playing a game to see who could dive into the lake the deepest.  I was pretty confident I could win, since I had won countless medals for my swimming abilities before.  So I jumped in the water and swam deep.  I swam until I touched the bottom of the lake.  That’s when I saw the car.       I recognized the car immediately.  I looked through the front window, and saw the same woman I had seen weeks earlier, with her neck slit.  Her flesh was decayed, and she looked like a mess.  I swam to the surface, won the game, and never told anyone what I saw.  I never told anyone that I had secretly murdered a woman—even without making contact with her.  Damn responsibilities.