"Look, I don't know anything about Hannah Vasquez other than she wanted to be in the daredevils. When she asked me how to get in I was a little confused. She didn't seem like that type of person. She's more of the frilly sort of girl." Caitlin said.
Caitlin was Hannah's closest friend at the time. Hannah didn't have any friends except Caitlin because she was new.
"Ok, Thanks. Sorry for bothering you." I apologized.
I sit at the same table with Caitlin at lunch but we don't really get along too well. We kind of look the same. Blonde hair, about the same length but mine is a little longer, and we both have greenish-blue eyes.
Caitlin is a cheerleader which is definitely not my thing. I tried to be a cheerleader but I'm not girly enough. I guess you could consider Caitlin the head cheerleader.
Caitlin turned around and walked the other direction away from me kind of giving out this sigh to let me know that was she irritated.
"Hey." Ashlie said walking next to me. "What's her problem?"
"She just doesn't like me that's all. I tried asking her if she knew anyone that didn't like Hannah but she said she didn't know." I said.
"Well, that's a dead end." Ashlie replied.
"No, maybe not. I think Caitlin knows more but she just doesn't want to say. What about Hannah's home life? Maybe someone from her childhood?" I said very knowing.
"Yeah, maybe but that still doesn't tell us anything. Maybe it was maybe it wasn't. Or, maybe you're just wrong about this whole thing and Hannah did fall, you never know." Ashlie said with a little attitude.
"Yes, exactly Ashlie. You never know." I said back with an attitude.
"We can talk about this more in a not so public place. Let's go get lunch." Ashlie said walking towards the road to Subway.
Ashlie's P.O.V
"Mom! Stop! Don't call the police! We didn't kill her I swear!" I begged.
My mom picked up her cell phone and started dialing the Westonburg police department. I broke down into tears as I sat on a chair at the kitchen table.
"Mom! Are you listening to me?!" I managed to get out between sobs.
My mom sat her phone down.
"I'm sorry honey." she started as she bent down in front of me. "I can't live or love a murderer." she finished.
I tried to get up to run to my room but she grabbed my wrists.
"MOM! LET ME GO!" I screamed as I tried to wiggle away from her grip.
Still holding my wrists, she stood up, taking me with her. She was still holding on to my left wrist while holding her phone to her ear with her right hand. I could hear the policeman talking from the phone.
"Ma'am? Hello?" he said.
"Yes, hello. My daughter murdered Hannah Vasquez. My address is 605 N. Oak." and with that she hung up.
There was a very loud beating at the door. She opened it, still holding my left wrist, and just threw me out to the officers. She watched from the window, then stepped right outside the door and closed it behind her.
"MOM NO! HOW COULD YOU EVER DO THIS TO ME?!" I screamed still crying so hard I thought I was going to throw up.
She waved bye to me as they shut me in the back of the car. I looked out the window and mouthed the words "I hate you." to her.
YOU ARE READING
Buried Secrets
Teen FictionShe had stepped down about two steps when there was a loud ear-piercing scream. I looked around everywhere trying to figure out where it had come from. "Allison.." Ashlie said worriedly. She pointed to the top of the water tower where Hannah had jus...
