Ophelia's POV:
It's been two days of being questioned and now it's my turn. I sat in the wooden chair and looked at the officer who was across from me. Officer Brandy. He attached these things to me that were attached to a machine. Lie detector. Shit. He looked at me and started asking questions and filling the answers out on a sheet. It was going pretty good."So where were you at 11:15 to 12? Be specific"
"Well, at first I was in the bathroom doing-"
"Not that specific"
"Okay. I was in the bathroom, then I headed back to class." I was scared that the lie detector was going to go off...but it didn't.
"And what class what that?"
"Art with Mrs. Dove. On the 5th floor." I was so confused. Why didn't it go off?
"Okay.." He looked at his computer after writing it down and looked back at me. "After art, what did you do?"
"I went to my locker and then the lunch room"
"Okay...how did you get to the lunch room? Stairway A or B?"
"Stairway B, since my locker is down there." He nodded and wrote it down.
"Okay and what was Katelyn to you?"
"She was an acquaintance. A classmate. I barely knew her except for how popular she was."
"Okay..." He looked at me through his dark sunglasses that matched his skin. "Why did you lie?" Shit.
"When?"
"On the question where I asked what class it was."
"Huh? What did I say?" I tried to play it cool
"You said 'Art with Mrs. Dove. On the 5th floor" shit shit shit shit shit...AH I GOT IT.
"I said Mrs. Dove? I meant Mr. Dove. I used to go to Mrs. Dove's class for her math skills class."
"Oh.. alright"
A few more questions went by, all of them I lied on but the lie detector didn't go off.
"Okay Ophelia, your last question is do you have any ideas on who it could've been? "
"Hmm.." I sat for a moment... "no not really, I didn't really know her, all I know is she was popular and hung out with Addylyn and Courtney. They were her two best friends."
"Okay then. Well thank you for being honest and helping us closer to the murder."
"Of course!" Hahaha! You fools! That was too easy! I walked out and back class.
Later after school, I walked to me a Y/N's meet up spot.
"Hey babe!"
"Hey baby! How was getting questioned?"
"It was kind of scary."
"Yeah I gotchu."
Several days later, they never found who it was. They started thinking that someone broke into the school and did it. Like an assassin.
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