The murderer of Glasgow

Chapter 1

Today, 14th August, is a special day, because it is the birthday of my boyfriend, Marc. He invited to almost everyone from the high school because he is the most popular person. My friends and I have met before to put on makeup and went together to the party.

My mum picked us up and took us to the party in Marc's house in Glasgow, a small city near of my house.

When we arrived, the party was already started. When I walked in, I saw all the people drinking alcohol but I already tried it once and I didn't like it. All the people were dancing, jumping and singing. I was looking for Marc to give him all the presents I had bought. As I couldn't find him, I asked his friend Eloi and he told me that Marc was in his room.

I went to the Marc's room, I opened the door and I saw him. I thought he was pretty as always. He was dressed with a navy-blue suit. I gave him a hug, a kiss and I congratulated. I gave him all the presents and he loved them.

We were in his room a lot of time speaking about the problems he had got with a group of boys and that's why he hadn't invited them to his party. When we went down stairs to the party, we started dancing and singing.

I met my friends and they told me that Kenia was dating with Eloi and Stefany had kissed Izan, another friend of Marc. Then, I told them that Marc had loved all the presents.

The party finished 2 hours later, at 4:00 am. I went out with Marc, I said goodbye and I gave him a kiss. However, my mother couldn't pick us up because she had fallen asleep so we had to walk. We carried our friend Sandra because she had drunk too much.

Finally, when we arrived to Kenia's house, we decided to stay there because we were very tired and we couldn't walk anymore.

We go up to her room. Kenia and Stefany slept in the Kenia's bed, and Sandra and I slept on the carpet with a pillow that she gave us.

We were sleeping when my phone rang. I saw that Marc had sent me a message telling me that he needed to see me in his house. 

I wrote a note to my friends saying that I went to the Marc's house because he needed me and I didn't know how much time it would take.

I called a taxi to take me to Marc's house. I was waiting half an hour to the taxi because it was very late. When the taxi arrived, I gave him the direction. He was a man and he asked me what I was doing alone at this time in the night, but as I didn't know him, I told him that I had lost.

When I arrived, Marc opened the door crying and I asked him what happened but he didn't tell me anything and I followed him. We arrived to the living room, and I saw Michael, Marc's best friend, he was dead.