Solving the Mystery of Cutthroat Cassandra

Chapter 1

This story is most likely not what you are expecting.I have a tendency to be in the wrong place at the wrong time, and that is what started my journey to find the truth.

I was doing what any normal teenager does: Searching through the trash for my next meal. I know that does not sound appetizing, but I had no other choice. But, that is a story for a later period. So, I was digging through the trash when a puppy, only 2 or 3 weeks old had shuffled up to me, its little wet nose shoved onto my leg. I bent down to pet the little rascal, and decided to leave him or her. What? Don't judge me, I couldn't even take care of myself!

I turned and left the puppy behind me, and tried to forget the adorable German Shepherd. I saved a few coins I found, and counted it up. Do I have enough for a loaf of bread? I decided it was enough and shuffled towards the local bakery. Once I spotted the colorful lights hung up, I knew I was in the right place.

I pushed the door open, and a chime caused me to jump back. I glanced sideways and saw a petite bell hung up near the door. I walked to the conveniently placed cash register.

"May I help you ma'am?" The girl was in her early 20s and had piercing green eyes.

I shifted under her gaze, and smiled awkwardly.

"Um, can I have a loaf of bread?"

She nodded and spoke gently," Which type of bread would you like?"

I replied with something like 'the cheapest one,' but I am not completely sure.

She turned towards the back and I glanced around for something to sit on. I chose a simple blue bench in the back, and then tilted my head to the side when I heard groans coming from a brown door beside me.I looked around cautiously to see if anyone else heard it. When I realized no one was in the room, I gently stood up and knocked on the door.

"Is something happening? Who is it? Are you injured?" I popped question after question. With no reply, I carefully turned the brass knob. Once I opened the door to a crack, I knew something was wrong. A young man was laying in bed, groaning. I slowly closed the door, and backed out slowly. I bumped into something or someone and balanced myself, so not to fall. It was the cashier.

"What were you doing in there?! What did you do?!" She roughly set the bread she had received for me on the table and ripped open the door. "He's bleeding! He's been stabbed! Someone call the police!"

I stood in a state of shock,wondering what had just happened. She ran out of the room and wrapped her little hands around my fragile neck, and squeezed.

"YOU! You did this! I let you into my shop and you murder my guest!?" She released my sore neck and grabbed her phone. A few moments later she was yelling, and I started to finally grasp what was going on.

The blaring noise of familiar sirens bounced around my eardrums. A man in a police officer attire ripped open the poor bakery door with a gun locked and loaded directly at me.

I knew I was in trouble when he barked at me to put my hands behind my head and drop onto the ground. I remember snippets of conversation. I vaguely can hear the woman yelling and explaining to the police what had happened.

A police officer sat on my back and put tight handcuffs around my wrists.

"You are arrested for murder, and you will be judged in trial. Anything you can and will say will be held against you in the court of law."