Chapter Eight

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OH
CRAP

I felt my face heat up. What do I say!? I don't want to die! CALM DOWN MARTHA. You are as good at lying as you are calming people down. I take a deep breath.

"Was taking a bathroom break and getting a small drink of water." I say calmly. "Nothing more. Though, I'm deeply sad that the janitor is dead. He was such a kind man..." I meant it. Mr.Gerald was always nice to me. He would sometimes sneak me some extra chocolate from the kitchen. I liked chocolate. Casey raises an eyebrow at me.

"Is that all?" She asks. I nod, with a tiny smile. 

"Don't worry Casey," I say reassuringly. She seems to not be believing me. Trying to take my mind off things, I look down at my lunch. The usual strawberry Uncrustable with a few other things. With a sigh, I casually eat some pretzels and Casey takes some as well. The bell rings for recess and as I walk in the halls to the study area, I spot the person who was the murderer in the halls. They grin at me and gesture for me to come into the janitor closet. Not wanting to die, I go in. The person closes the door behind us.

"So Martha~" They say, grabbing my collar again. "Did we tell anyone at lunch?~" I shake my head.

"Good~" They say, dropping me and walking away. I sit there for a moment, letting my tears fall out. 

What had I gotten myself into?

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