In the morning at 8:00 am, Amala gets up and gets ready for school, comes down stairs to make some coffee for her and it was the biggest day of her life. She got the first position as CEO of the company speech, unexpectedly she got a call from her mom. Her mom had a heavy breathing, crying and sobbing. Amala asks her; “why are you crying and heavy breathing?”, “your dad is dead”, her mum said. Amala couldn’t believe it, it is unbelievable. Amala rushed up stairs in her room to pack her clothes and she hurried to the airport and went to Los Angeles. thinking of her dad, on how did he die. Fifteen hours later, she found her parents in their home. Her dad was sleeping on the floor, blood on the floor and steps of blood matching in their room, the police were investigating, she runned and hugged her mother. “Your dad was murdered”, said her mother. “ you’re right”, said Amala crying. The police found some signs of a sword around his neck, a punch around his nose and too much blood, they hit him with a gun, on the head and a gunshot on his right leg. The dead body surrounded with blood was put inside a black bag, which they zipped shut.
They took a picture of the crime scene. In front of the house there were yellow caution lines and measured the surface area of the sitting room and in the master room. The police told them that they will start investigating and find the killer, Amala asks if she could help them to find the killer. “No, this is our job not your job”, the police said. Amala was so mad at them she needed to find out who murdered her father, she was always struggling about her parents. Even though the police denied her help, she decided to investigate herself. She asked her mother what occurred? her mother told her; “In the morning, i went to work, while i was driving i had a call from your father and on the phone , i had people shouting. I rushed home and found him sleeping on the floor surrounded with blood, some scars all around on his body and I called the police”, her mother said. Amala was guessing if it could be her aunt, she told her mother that; last night, her aunt got a call from her husband, she went to visit her husband in jail and came back acting weird. She called three mens which, they live here in Los Angeles. I asked her who are they?” She said to her friends. Amala told her mother to go to the police station and tell them who is the murder, but her mother warned her, because they didn’t have any proof. Later in the morning, Amala and her mother go to the police station to ask if they have any news. The detective told them that; he had found only one man, he was sent by a man and he’s already in jail no need to bother. Amala told the detective; there’s a woman involved in it the murder of her father. Amala’ other asked the detective, if it’s alright to go back to Germany. The detective told them to wait, first to stay safe, second to find those murders and after they can go back. Amala couldn’t wait; she really wanted to talk to her aunt about her father’s death. from the police station she told her mother, in the morning she will get a flight back to Germany at least, she will come back. The next morning, I went back to Germany to meet her aunt. She reaches home and discovers that her aunt has left. She goes upstairs to her aunt’s room, she traded all of her things and she left the house. Amala was so disappointed. Amala called her and she didn’t pick up her phone, she went to see her aunt’s friends to use their phone and call her, she didn’t also pick up her phone. She was exhausted from checking her aunt everywhere, so she booked a plane ticket to go back to Los Angeles. In the evening, at the airport she was standing near the luggage conveyor belt taking off her luggage, and saw her aunt Check-in for her flight. They had the same flight, she started following her, her aunt knew there was somebody following, but she was trying to know who it was. Her aunt hits her with her neck pillow on her face, Amala yells. Her aunt asks her; what are you doing, and why are you stalking me? Amala excuses herself and tries to lie that she was trying to scare her. But Amala asked her aunt what she was going to do in Los Angeles, her aunt replied: “oh, actually i was coming to see you and your mother how you feel, sorry for your loss, may you please take my condolences ?” you did it, Amala said. what? excuse me? her aunt asks, never mind, forget what i said, Amala spoken. Few hours later, they arrived in Los Angeles, at the airport the detective and Amala’s mother were waiting for them. The detective announced to them she was going to start investigating them. “Okay, sure,” said Amala’s aunt. Amala’s aunt began having shaky hands, and rushed to the washroom. Afterwards, they went to the police station for their investigation. Her aunt didn’t show up, the detective gave them another day of their appointement to come together with Amala’s aunt. They got home and somebody shouted the door, they were afraid, maybe they were going to murder them like her father, or probably some robbers. They told them to knee down, put their hands in the air. They ask them, what do they want, money? anything to leave them alone. The robbers told them to stop investigating who murdered their father, or else they will kill them. So you’re the murderer? Amala asks. No, your aunt sent us to murder your father! the robber shouts. Her mom told them to call the police, but the robbers denied they didn’t want to go to jail, she forced them unless she would kill them. Amala and her mother promised them to not report them to the police station, but they have to arrest her aunt. They called the police immediately and went to arrest her aunt. In her hotel room, they found that she poisoned herself. Well, she was the murder of the death of Amala’s father.