"I didn't mean to kill her" Alice yelled. She was a nice enough girl, her worryingly slim body and skinny face giving off the impression that she was too weak to hold her own body. Her blonde hair draping over her face clipped to one side with a simple black bow. She was terrified of the groups reaction, they all looked amused by the sudden idea that their inocent friend killed someone. Alice was the kind of person, who would cry over killing a fly, never mind a human being. They burst out laughing, "Sure you did," said Tom sarcastically. Generally he would get on someones last nerve but at times he could be quite funny. His long hair covering his face hiding his blue eyes and his long frame towered over everyone around him. Once they had calmed down, Alice repeated her previous sentence, the joke was getting old now. "Guys, please. What do i do?" she pleaded. "It's not funny anymore" replied Ava. The mother of the group, her long hair reaching the small of her back. She really should have been born in a different generation with her 90s fashion sense and love of 90s music and 80s films.
This all took place at Aimee's house, as they listened to our 'alternative' music like their entire school year thought, but thankfully it was the summer holidays. Aimee unfortuantely wasn't in the same year as the rest of the group, but she was a natural born baker. The youngest of the group yet one of the most mature, her short dyed pink hair complementing her hazel eyes. Her sense of humour yet sick fitting in perfectly with the rest of the group. They soon moved to the kitchen were Aimee, made cake. Alice followed her friends continuing at her attempt to convince them of what she had done, Astrid, her brown hair falling over her sholder, acompanied by her hourglass figure, she was pretty but always known as the quiet one, but wasn't really when you got to know her. She was always playing guitar, or singing, or on twitter, the protective older sister, eventually having had enough had to say something "STOP IT ALICE! you're being stupid." The rest of the group nodded in agreement. Everyone, after some awkward glances turned back to their previous conversations. Aimee pulling out a bowl to start baking, Tom playing guitar in the corner, Ava talking to Astrid and Bella, who was a sweet girl. Her body petite, like her personality although as you began to know her her personality grew. Supporting a short jet black pixie cut framing her prominant jaw line always holding a smile, the newest group member, they spoke about an upcoming gig they were attending. Alice just stood there in shock at how calm her friends were about the fact she had killed someone or in her friends minds 'killed' someone. She stood up abruptely, making an excuse, saying she wasn't feeling well and left. She couldn't have moved quicker as tears started to gather in her eyes. Why didn't they believe her? She didn't look like she was joking, she was deadly serious. They were her only friends, which seems sad. They were never invited to the parties that went on in their school, they weren't part of the popular group, it was just them; Alice, Tom, Aimee, Astrid, Ava and Bella. On occaison a few other people would tag along when they went out to lunch but never out of school. It may have been quite a small group but they were all so close. Yet again it was a small school they attended so if there was any slight fall out or gossip about a certain group, everyone in the school knew about it. Thankfully they weren't the unpopular group, they were actually quite powerful or as powerful as you can be as a school clique. They had connections to most of the groups and in arguments you would want their group on your side, but still not the popular ones, it was a good balance. Alice thought about this as she started to run, she wasn't one for running but she couldn't have ran off of Aimees street fast enough. She didn't care if people were staring at her, but it wasn't her, it was a crazy manic phsycopath running to god knows where with tears now streaming down her face. An older woman clearly still young at heart as anyone in a 10 metre radius could tell by her daring and brightly coloured style stopped her in her path "Excuse me, it's getting dark and you're running pretty fast. Is there something you're running from?" she did seem genuinely concerned but at the same time she seemed frightened of her answer. She obviously wasn't going to tell her the real reason to why she was running but she didn't want to lie to her. This random stranger wanted to help her, she also seemed like a really intresting and intellectual person, she couldn't answer with any stupid reason so she went with the first thing that came to her head that was intriguing and mischievous. "I'm running away from myself". At the same time she said that she noticed how stupid and pathetic and attention seeking it sounded, and like how she ran away from Aimee's house, she ran from this woman. She hadn't checked her phone, so she had no idea of the time. After finding shelter at her nearby park, she checked the time and her messages and of course, her missed calls. She had a home, she just didn't want to go there. Her home life seemed fine from the outside, it was. Her home life seemed good on the inside, it was. Most of her friends family lifes were disrupted in some way, divorced parents, parents who were never married so they grew up in single-parent households and the struggle of dealing with what ever parent had a new someone special. Her household was the classic mother, father and two kids. Whenever the conversation was brought about about home life she'd always say "oh i know" and "same, i know how you're feeling". You could say she'd try and poke holes in her parents marriage to make her life more intresting but whenever she talked about it to her friends it came of as quite pathetic because they were real problems they had to deal with and she didn't, they wish they didn't have to, she didn't understand that it wasn't a luxury to have parents who split up. So as she checked the time it read 21:30. That would explain why she had so many missed calls from her mother, and from the amount of texts from your friends she guessed her mother had told them she was in her words "missing." Listening to each voicemail getting more and more frantic. She had to go home at some point but it wasn't this point. She lay there on this park bench, it had obviously rained earlier, looking through texts she had guessed everyone was staying at Aimees, they did that, especially during the holidays if they didn't want to go back home and her parents were quite relaxed about it. Yeah she was annoyed that she wasn't there because she would probably miss out on a lot. The jokes in the group moved on fast with the exception of the few that would probably stay around for years. But none of that mattered at the moment. All that was going through her mind was "You killed her. You're the murderer!"
