*Camera flashes*
smile
Name?
Chelsea
Age?
Unofficially eighteen
Guilty for?
Setting my school on fire
Obviously,I thought. I look up to the police officer.
Damn, she sure look angry. I laughed all of a sudden.
"Ms. Flemington, have you got any mental record? Perhaps depression, or suicidal or anything psychologically-ill related?" She asked with such a pleasure that she smirked when she finished her
I smirked.
"First of all, Mrs Corndog, my name is Chelsea Fannington. And no, I am very much healthy I supposed, perhaps it was you who should consult a 'psychologically-ill related' doctor. I reckon you should. Mind me, when is your off-day? You should call Dr. Ernst."
I replied and took out my phone, pretending as if I am looking for Dr. Ernst,
As if this doctor even exist.
Looking at my surrounding, police officers are having all their eyes on me, and paparazzi from television cables, internet,daily newspapers are outsides waiting for me.
This tiny room makes me sense a slight touch of claustrophobia.
But hey,
at least I'm famous.
Last night, after all the janitors went home and Brennan the security guard left the school to buy himself McDonald, I set the school on fire.
I confessed to the police just straight after I managed to burn the principal's room till it become ashes.
Back to officer Corndog, her face was hit with a pang of rage and it didn't took her too long before she called someone else to interrogate me.
"Officer Sparrow, please take in charge here. I can't stand her. Seriously." Officer Corndog said before she get up and walk away to get some fresh air.
Haha, I hope you get cancer from my sarcastically intelligent mouth.
Mr. Sparrow introduced himself and expected me to shook his hand.
He lowered down his hand and put it in his pocket soon after he realized that I am not a diplomatic person.
Well.
He sighed, before he answered.
Kids nowadays don't even know what's the danger of fire, you know exactly what I mean, Ms. Fannington? They just seems so... reckless.. and also an idiot, for they don't know what lies ahead next. Should they be free as Willy or jailed as an orange bird. Believe me, they are clueless. And clearly an idiot"
Straight from his mouth, tainted with venom to my heart.
"I am not an idiot." I clenched my jaw.
He smiled calmly, but dangerous enough.
"No, you are not. I just need the reasons for you to burn your own school." He said firmly.
Silence are awkward.
