The murder mysteries

Monday 28th February, 1972

I woke up at 7:13. Reasonably early for me, however my best friend Gwen and other dorm mate Ava were already up and dressed; Ava plaiting her hair and Gwen cleaning her glasses.

"Morning, Skie," said Gwen, looking over at me. Her long blonde hair was in her usual neat bunchies, curls reaching her shoulders.

"Morning," I yawned. "How are you up so early?"

Ava got up from the dressing table in the corner, her fiery hair complimenting her dark green eyes that were glimmering in the sunlight. "How are you up so late?" she laughed, one delicate hand over her mouth.

We all grinned at each other as I climbed out of bed, rubbing my eyes. Now it was just Ciara we needed to wait for...

Ten minutes later, Gwen was putting my hair up into a french plait; since we have games today, we need our hair up and Gwen's amazing at styling my dull, dark hair. As soon as she'd finished, a ear-splitting scream rang out, echoing down the corridors outside. We all stared at each other, shocked. Who is that? What's happened?

Gwen was the first to move: she launched herself at the closed door which she burst open, entering the corridor with a flourish. I followed, with Ava behind me. We raced towards the source of the cry: one of the third form rooms. The year below ours. There we found a small crowd of students that had reacted quicker than us. The crowd seemed awfully upset about something; weeping and crying.

We pushed our way through and my heart dropped when I saw what awaited us. On the bed that I could have sworn was pink yesterday, but was now a dark red colour, was a body. The lifeless body of Sydney. It was horrifying. Yes she was dead, but it wasn't that that was bothering me. It was the deep wound on the neck; it'd been cut right open. This could only mean one thing: she'd been killed.

Murdered.

From behind me, Ava gasped and clutched at my arm. I didn't know what to do. One of the other third-formers came over to us, sobbing uncontrollably.

"S-she-she's d-d-DEAD!" Alison wailed as Gwen wrapped her arms around the vulnerable girl protectively. We all felt the same.

I wanted to scream. Who was it? Who's this evil? Who would do such a thing? I was determined to find out. That's all I knew...