A friend or killer?

WARNING: MILD SWEARING

Sofia's pov

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As I was at lunch I ate some cheap ass sandwich. Where was Tracie? She left third period to use the bathroom and never came back. Hm... Does she know? Nah. She couldn't have known. She Believes Kinsey did it and that's what she needs to believe. Well it's for her sake she doesn't know. I saw her. "Hey Tracie!" I motioned her to come sit with me. "Hey Sofia." She said. She seemed different. The tone in her voice. It had disappointment in it. "What's wrong?" I asked. "Huh? Oh nothing I uh was wondering something." She said. "Hm? What is it?" I asked. "Do you remember that girl that was killed in the bathroom?" She asked. I nodded. " I'll cut to the chase. I know you did it." She said. "I don't know-" I started to say but I was cut off. "Cut the shit sofia. I know it was you. I saw the tape. I'm not a dumb ass." She said really sternly. I was surprised by her swearing. I just smirked. "You know now. Well don't worry. I'll see you later." I said that and left.