"Why did you call me?" I asked the man in front of me.
"I called you here to ask you some questions," he replied.
"Okay?"
"So, where were you at 3:30 A.M last night."
"Home. Sleeping"
"You sound confused."
"Why wouldn't I be confused," I replied quickly. "I don't even know why I'm here!"
He just stared at me. A moment later he slide something onto the desk. "Turn it over."
I hesitated before turning over the piece of paper. It was a picture. Of one of my friends. Dead. On the floor. Cut in half.
"Who did this?" I yelled.
"We don't know. That's why you're here," he said calmly.
"You think I killed her?"
"Either you or one of your friends."
"Who have you spoken to?" I took a deep breath. 'I need to punch this guy in his dumb little face. How dare he think that. None of us would even dare to think about killing one of our best friends.'
"You're the second one. A few minutes before you came I spoke to another one of your friends. She had a notebook and sketchbook with her," the detective said matter-of-factly.
"Leah or Angelina?"
"Wearing all black."
"Leah or Angelina?" I was getting really annoyed.
"Long hair tied into a braid."
"Angelina?"
"Yes her."
"You like annoying people, don't you."
"Its helpful," I am really getting sick of this guy.
"Can I go now?"
"Sure. You will be called back here later this week," he said.
"Okay," I got up and left. There is no way I'm coming back.
YOU ARE READING
GG is DEAD
Mystery / ThrillerOctober 13th, 3:30 a.m. A girl who was loud and bubbly was found dead on her apartment floor. No one knows why or who did this.
