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First May fresh air, and everything looks beautiful everywhere also made for victims of murders. In the morning when the clocks were striking eight, a bright young lady strode out of her flat. She caught hold of her books and hurried down the stairs. Lisa Altman was twenty and she was preparing a BSC. She had a smart appearance and character. She reached her University early, as usual, to attend a lecture of chemical effects on people; she and her mate Norah were assigned an important experiment. If they could succeed they would be permitted to have all their experiments in Bertram’s Bower, a popular laboratory in London. “Cool!”, Lisa thought. On the night of the experiment, Norah volunteered to be the patient while Lisa was to observe the biochemical changes and reactions on her friend. Accidentally, Norah drank the wrong chemical, and she felt unusual pain. “What the matter with you? Are you ill?” asked Lisa as she tried to comfort her friend by cutting the tight-fist manacles by a scalpel. Lisa was trembling and sweating. Norah kept screaming. Lisa cut her friend’s veins instead. She felt anguish pain while Lisa tried to stop the blood flow. But it was too late. Norah died. For a moment, Lisa considered confessing her crime. But, then she left the dead corpse on the floor, escaping from the back laboratory door. When Lisa returned home she laid in bed unconscious for two days. Finally, Lisa woke up. She hurried to the University but there were police everywhere. Once more the terrible thought haunted her mind: “What can I do?” she left the university, but she was stopped by the inspector who investigated the murder; he asked her some questions and then let her go. Lisa was exhausted. She went to a near café and stood at the bar. “One tea with three sugar spoons” she told the waiter. “Oh God! What had happened to me? After dreams of being a famous chemist it ends to be a murderer!” she said to

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First May fresh air, and everything looks beautiful everywhere also made for victims of murders.

In the morning when the clocks were striking eight, a bright young lady strode out of her flat. She caught hold of her books and hurried down the stairs.

Lisa Altman was twenty and she was preparing a BSC. She had a smart appearance and character.

She reached her University early, as usual, to attend a lecture of chemical effects on people; she and her mate Norah were assigned an important experiment. If they could succeed they would be permitted to have all their experiments in Bertram’s Bower, a popular laboratory in London. “Cool!”, Lisa thought.

On the night of the experiment, Norah volunteered to be the patient while Lisa was to observe the biochemical changes and reactions on her friend. Accidentally, Norah drank the wrong chemical, and she felt unusual pain. “What the matter with you? Are you ill?” asked Lisa as she tried to comfort her friend by cutting the tight-fist manacles by a scalpel. Lisa was trembling and sweating. Norah kept screaming. Lisa cut her friend’s veins instead. She felt anguish pain while Lisa tried to stop the blood flow. But it was too late. Norah died.

For a moment, Lisa considered confessing her crime. But, then she left the dead corpse on the floor, escaping from the back laboratory door. When Lisa returned home she laid in bed unconscious for two days.

Finally, Lisa woke up. She hurried to the University but there were police everywhere. Once more the terrible thought haunted her mind: “What can I do?” she left the university, but she was stopped by the inspector who investigated the murder; he asked her some questions and then let her go.

Lisa was exhausted. She went to a near café and stood at the bar. “One tea with three sugar spoons” she told the waiter. “Oh God! What had happened to me? After dreams of being a famous chemist it ends to be a murderer!” she said to herself. Suddenly she felt a hand on her shoulder and heard a voice saying “Lisa Altman I arrest you in the name of the law.” . . . . . . . . . . . . .To Be Continued

Written by: - Nourhan Jamal