Yes, I killed her. I don't know why it took you so long to figure it out. You are detectives aren't you? I never hid it from you. I was right in the middle of every question. Except you never saw me.
Why did I kill her?
I hated her. Everyone liked her. But I didn't.
Why don't I like her?
Well. This could go on for a while. She was just one of those girls. One person was sure to hate her. Me. I never hid it from anyone that I hated her. Everyone knew. Now that I think of it, I only really hated her for the incident. The incident. I don't know if anyone remembers it.
This incident, was the downfall of my reputation. The worst thing that has ever happened to me. I could never forget. Chill out. I will tell you! Just be patient. Ok. The incident. It was a few years ago. Science class. We were pairing up, for this prac we were doing. I was going to go with Kate. My best friend – at the time. But instead she paired up with her. Yes the her was who I killed. After they paired up, I wasn't that angry. Me and Kate remained friends. Until she kept pairing up with her. I got furious. So I talked with Kate about it. I didn't realise then, but Kate had turned into her. A few days later and she was picking on me and bullying me. It never stopped. Until one day Kate left. She left for some other school. I still hated her. She came up to me and tried to convince me to forgive her. I didn't give in. She only tried once more. Then she didn't bother trying to be my friend.
Then the bullying started again. Everyone was in on it. She had convinced the whole school to bully me. How? Why? I hadn't done anything to her. Then I jumped back up and starting talking back to her. No one got on my side. I had the better comebacks! My favourite is 'No one wants to kiss your warthog lips, not even Brent.' Yeah, you had to be there. A few months later, the bullying continued. It never stopped. I got so angry and depressed at the same time. Meanwhile, our war continued, only it had gotten worse. We would fight. Physically fight. I would come home with bruises and black eyes. I hated losing. Losing to her. Then one day I got so angry that I started to fight her in the janitor's room, there were so many different weapons to choose from. Wrenches, screwdrivers and nails. But my personal favourite, the hammer. AKA the murder weapon. I grabbed it and hit her. And she just fell to the ground. I hid her, and the hammer.
Where are they?
I guess you detectives have to figure that out yourself.
