I Know Who Did It

1

"Hey!"

I jump before turning to see Mason staring at me through my car window. I laugh and lightly smack my hand over the image of his face.

As I step out of my car Mason grabs my book bag from the back seat.

"Thanks Mas." I shut the car door and lock it twice out of habit. We begin walking into the school, where our classmates are only now beginning to get over the murder of Danielle Wilson two weeks ago.

The police have made no advances on the case, the whole town is still waiting for a big break through to happen.

My friends and I in the journalism club have begun our own investigation too. But we've discovered nothing more than the police, all we know is that she was shot through the neck.

"Look at them." Mason pointed at Cheyann Gohn and Marrisa Loy, Danielle's best friends. They were standing near the lunchroom doors, holding their faces low and covering their mouths with the top of their textbooks.

"Seems they haven't slept since that morning." I rolled my eyes and quickly bustled my way to a lunch table. I sat my book bag on the table and pulled out my laptop, I was going to check the news sites for anything that had been posted over night.

A voice stood out among the many, "I saw her at the park that night."

I looked around the lunchroom, trying to put a face to the voice, but no one stood out in the crowd of students congregating before their first class.

I shook my head slightly and turned back to my computer screen. The local paper had no recent articles about Danielle, only the obituary that had been posted almost a week ago.

I sigh and shut my computer off, turning to look at Mason, "This is ridiculous, everyone seems so interested in this case, but no one is making any progress."

"It's kind of difficult to investigate the murder, when they can't find anything to track the culprit with." Mason continues to watch a video on his phone, barely joining the conversation.

"Seriously Mason, this isn't a joke, this is the story of a girls death. Don't you want to know who did it?"

"I do, but it isn't the only thing on my mind." He turns up the volume on his phone and angles his body away from me.

I shove my laptop back into my book bag and walk outside of the lunchroom. No reason to sit with Mason when I could be preparing for class.

I walk towards my classroom, passing Cheyann and Marrisa again, this time they meet my eyes until I cross in front of them.

The classroom door was already open, so I slip in and move to the fourth chair in the fourth row.

There are other students sitting around the room, no one is talking, we're all keeping to ourselves. Mrs. Rays is sitting at the front of the room, shuffling through a stack of papers, and mentally passing them back to us.

We sit in silence for a few more minutes until the bell rings signaling the start of class. People trail in and quickly get seated.

Cassie sits next to me, "Hey girl." She pulls her book out of her bag and situates her desk.

Cassie had been my friend for over ten years, we met the summer before 2nd grade when our parents signed us up for the same skating lesson. Ever since then we have been best friends who do everything together, we even started the journalism club together.

"Hey Cassie, how was the concert last night?"

"Oh it was amazing! We danced for hours and he didn't drop me off until midnight!"

I grin and raise my eyebrows a few times.

Cassie giggles, "And we kissed a little bit."

We both laugh until Mrs. Rays gives us a threatening glare. By now, she is ready to begin the lesson.

I scootch my seat forward and grab my pencil and paper, to copy down the notes that just appeared on the projector screen.

"Today we will be talking about what makes a good mystery novel."