"Holy shit Day!"
I smirked at her and continued my tales. "Yeah, and the murderer was this tall," I said putting up a hand, a foot up from the tallest guy I saw in the circle around me. Intense eyes were burning the back of my head that made me take a slight glance.
Seeing my ex best friend Lissa frown at me , made me smile even more. She must be jealous that I have the attention.
"And then what happened?" One of them asked.
"I ran away from the scene and immediately called the cops, and there the murderer was gone. Now I'm too scared that the murderer would come after me because I witnessed his crime," I said dramatically for everyone to believe.
"Thank God he didn't catch you!" One of them exclaimed, I nodded but frowned afterwards. "Sadly, I didn't have time to call the authorities for help," I sighed.
"Yeah because all of it was a lie!" My head snapped towards my ex Best friend.
"What do you mean Lissa?" A guy asked. She shook her head and just continued what she was doing, "You should all know she's lying because there was no murder on the news last Saturday, plus I saw her at the mall at the exact day and time she was telling you all."
Again I felt the intense stares that are now burning holes on my back. "You should all stop believing her now," she said loud enough to make everyone in the room hear.
"So much for being a murder witness," I heard a voice said while walking away. "Wait! What I'm telling you is true! I DID SEE SOMEONE GETTING MURDERED" I cried, desperately wanting them to believe me.
They ignored my cries and gave me glares and stares of disappointment. 'I almost had them! This is all her fault!!' I screamed mentally while glaring at Lissa who just shrugged.
The last bell rang, signaling the start of homeroom. I kept getting glares and mocking stares, I also hear whispers and giggles. Slowly alot of paper planes flew towards me, all of them are saying 'Bitch!' 'Liar!' 'Try using a knife when lying, I might believe you did cut yourself.'
The last plane made me uneasy, because non of my classmates have this kind of hand writing. And I know everyone's penmanship.
"So Class see you all this Saturday for our field trip in the forest," our homeroom teacher said and left.
The room was loud with laughs and giggles.
"What's wrong with her?"
"Maybe a muderer passed by and waved at her," one said with a giggle. I wanted to snap Lissa's neck, I wanted to straggle her with that book she's reading... I WANT TO KILL HER!!
I ran out of the classroom and went to the girl's bathroom. I looked at my reflection... Pale, skinny, dark circles under my eyes... I look just like what my mother imagined me to be, A useless bitch without a life...
I literally punched the mirror causing it to shatter, realizing my mistake, I paled even more... 'shit what am I suppose to do now?!'
Soon the smell of blood filled the air, I knew it was my bloody fist but it wasn't that bloody.
I heard slight drop of liquid that echoed bathroom. I thought no one was here because this was the least used bathroom. Guessing someone heard me shatter the mirror, I took a shard from the shattered mirror and went to every cubicle.
Slowly I opened each one of them, each time I opened the cubicle I smelled the blood like it was engraved on the walls. On the last cubicle door I tried to open it but it was locked. I tried pushing it to open but it looked like it was being held closed by something.
I looked under the gap of the cubicle door and saw a pool of blood but no one was there. Stood back and bumped the door to open, my last bump opened the door. My white shoes are now covered with blood, but the it was not that smelly.
I inspected the whole cubicle but saw nothing, I turned my back but heard a a flush on the toilet.
"Fuck!" I shrieked as I saw a rat, I took the mop beside the sink and tried to poke it away. But instead of poking it, it ran towards me causing me jump and run around the bathroom.
Stupid as it may sound, the blood is making me thing it was caused by this rat. 'little bitch must've massacred his friends!'
I randomly got in a cubicle and closed the door and got up the toilet. "Shit shit shit shit!!" I cursed repeatedly.
A few minutes past I sat on the flush box of the toilet. Suddenly feeling tingly, I stood up and opened the toilet seat. At first the ugly rotening stench of something filled the air and caused to close my eyes.
When I wiped the tears of disgust from my eyes. It was disgusting, I bit my lip as I held my breath. I looked towards the toilet...
My eyes widened as my blood ran cold. I held my palm on my mouth and silently screamed. The horrifying thing that was floating in the toilet bowl looked at me with no eyelids. It had no lips nor a tounge....
Sadly I knew this person. I knew him very well, my hearing blacked out as I screamed in horror.
'The Liar did see a murder'
