"I won't ask you again, Ms. Quinn."
His face showed a growing look of disdain and annoyance, how terrifying.
"And I won't tell you again, Detective Garcia: I have no idea what you are talking about."
"Tsch." The look on his face when he realised his interrogation tactics were futile brought me a type of satisfaction.
"Can I leave now? I have homework to do." This sentence made him even more furious.
"Decieving others is a hobby for you, isn't it?" He hissed his words.
"Careful, it's not nice to spit at others."
"We are going to keep you in custody until you tell us the truth about what happened." With that, he left the room, and I heard his footsteps disappear down the hall.
The truth about what happened?
Interesting.
How can I tell someone something I don't know? It all started so randomly, I'm not even sure if most of it was real.
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If I Were You
Teen FictionLei Quinn, the honour student of Bixbury Academy and president of the student council, is walking home from school one day when she finds a pair of peculiar glasses. How was she supposed to know she would become one of the world's most wanted crimi...
