he could only see Tony, Jon's best friend. Jon and Tony went way back together; they'd both been best friends since they were in the first grade. "What's Tony doing here at this hour of the night? And who's he fighting with?" Jon wondered. He couldn't figure out what they were saying, but there was a lot of yelling. And suddenly the yelling broke out into a physical fight. They threw punches at each other that made hard slapping sounds the like cracking of old, dry wood. Then the fight reached its climax. Tony, taking advantage of the other boy's moment of vulnerability, delivered one punch that set the boy back a few feet and down off the ledge. Tony quickly clambered down to see if the boy was alive. "Oh no! Oh God no!" Tony cried out with terror, and then ran out of sight into the darkness. Fear rapidly crawled through Jon's body, sending a chill straight down his back and out to the tips of his fingers. Now he was the only other witness to a murder committed by his best friend. Jon slowly got down from the tree, trembling and cold. He walked home and went straight upstairs to bed, not answering any of the regular questions from his dad. He fell fast asleep soon to be awakened by the screeching of his alarm clock. The next day at school Jon didn't see Tony anywhere. He could hear kids buzzing in the hallways about what happened to Sean, the other boy with
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