Blog 1. Life begins with the twist of a knob.

During breaks at school, he'd ask his friends how they felt when they tried something for the first time. After all, when you're in eleventh grade, everything is new. The first time you tasted coconut ice cream, when you kissed a girl and went home with a grin tattooed on your face that lasted weeks, how you took you're uncle's Harley for a ride and made it back home alive, are all examples of the things he did for the first time that year

Today he was going to write his first email... All he had to do was get his dad's iPhone password from his brother Jake.

The five dollars in his wallet were the last of the three hundred he had made that summer mowing the lawns for the twenty-three neighbors that gave him the job. Earning that money came with a lot of sweat attached. The first neighbor got so pissed when he was done, that he threatened to bash his head with a Louisville slugger he kept by the passenger seat inside his beat-up Volvo. By the time Mr. Jones went to get his weapon of choice, the one he took out when falling into one of his many road rages, James was already two blocks away.

Those last five bucks were going to buy him the key that would unlock so many things.

By the time he finished the job on the twenty third house, its owner, a stunning lady with legs that seemed to go on forever, had offered him breakfast. After they were done eating, she kissed him "accidentally" on his lips. That night was the first time he had a wet dream.

Anyhow, he was three steps and two inches from his dad's phone. The anticipation he felt was like no other. You see, his dad told him that year, that if grades weren't above a commendable B minus, the next time he asked for a phone would be the last. Ain't that a thing? asked his mom after the threat was stated.

He figured the app with the envelope on it was the one he'd have to tap to open this world. After he clicked on it, he found himself reading the most shocking text of his life: Victim #8. You see, I told you there's a first time for everything.

The pictures of a dismembered human being filled the screen as his stomach began to turn. Could it be true? Were his eyes deceiving him?

Was his dad the 441 Highway-serial killer?

The email was from two days ago. It was sent from his mom's cell.

This is my first blog and I hope you've enjoyed it. I woke up this morning and said, you know what? It's about time I began connecting with my readers. I hope you've enjoyed the first few paragraphs I wrote for you. Have a wonderful day, but before you go, try not to snoop around someone else's business. It might ruin the rest of your life.