Mona Washington (OC), an 18-year-old high school student is obliged to find out who murdered her best friend Tarni McGavin, with a little help from friend's and someone special in particular. Will they solve the case?
Written on 26/04/2023
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Chapter 1: The End Is Only The Beginning
Mona's POV
Alone, seated on the edge of the chair in an empty hallway, my leather jacket brushing against the chair arms as I rest, my grey Ramones top underneath my jacket wearing, ripped light blue jeans with my skateboard beside me. I've always invested in the power of rock inside me. As the chilly breeze from the air conditioner hits me from above, my silky, dark brown, curly hair covers my neck and keeps me warm. I wait to be called on an emotional rollercoaster. Right now, I just want to go home and fucking play my guitar and pretend everything is just a dream.
I fidget with my thumbs, trying to think of how to bear this. But all I can think of is nothing but total darkness. Not the good kind. To believe that I'm in this position, and what brought me into a councilor's office was the loss of the most valuable thing that I had in my life.
My dream is to become a musician. A guitarist! To go and pursue my career at Hollowood Performing Arts College in Loss Angeles. Maybe even gather a band and tour the world. I shouldn't be here! I should be writing tunes and shredding my guitar. Everything is just a nightmare! I pinch myself every day, telling myself to get up! It's not true! That is what I try to remind myself of every morning. Occasionally asking,
Am I next? Am I safe?
The sound of a door creaking echoes through the empty, quiet hallway. "Mona?" I am being called in. I walk into a room of hell thinking, Will this change me for who I am? I am not a fucking softie. I grab my skateboard, and I enter a small room. I sit on a comfortable, red sofa chair with my arms crossed over as well as my leg. It felt like I was back in elementary school again, in the principal's office, getting scolded for putting gum in someone's hair again. Don't even mention the motivational 'You will get through this,' with a smiley face on every sh*t poster on the walls. That sh*t is useless.
The way the counselor is dressed makes me want to barf. I mean, she works in a depressing, miserable place, listening to people's problems. Come on, who wears daisy yellow pleated skirts with puffy white sleeves and an open top that bares your chest like it's a first date? Followed by a light yellow blouse giving off a warm, vibrant feeling and shiny black flat shoes with a bow on top. Does she think she is back at school or something again? Her life must be nothing but roses and daffodils, I bet.
"Document check. It is 01/06/1989, 8.30am. "Can I have your full name and age, please? Here we go. She's asking for my name now? It's not like she doesn't know. "My name is Mona Washington. I am 18 years old." "Mona, what a very lovely name." Raising her beady eyes. "You already know all this!" Raising her voice. "Hmm." God, I hate it when they start writing in their books like that, seriously. What's the point of this?
"Why are you here today, Mona?"
"You already know why I am here. This is stupid."
"I understand how you are feeling, but by doing this, I can gain a more comprehensive view of how you are right now, and we can help you in future check-ups. Please respond to the question. I am here to help you; it's my job." "I'm here to talk about the recent murder." Mona looks down to the floor miserably. "You seem not to want to be here, and that is quite normal."
