Murder at School

Unexpected accusation

I watched as the police arrived.
I watched as Brooklyn's body was placed in the ambulance.
I watched as police confirmed it was murder...
These memories continued to haunt me when I woke up the next morning and trudged into school. I didn't want to talk about it yet it was all anyone spoke about. When I got to form-without Brooklyn, for obvious reasons-Summer instantly enquired about it.
"She's dead," I muttered.
"Yeah, right!" Summer rolled her eyes, clearly thinking I was joking.
"I'm serious. I found her, dead, yesterday; she was murdered after Art club."
"What?" Summer's eyes grew wide. I simply nodded. "How?" her voice was just a whisper now.
"She was stabbed several times. I don't know if that killed her or if she bled to death. Since I only heard one noise, I'd assume they damaged some vital organ," I replied, solemnly, looking to the floor.
"Can we all take our places, sil vous plaît?" Madame Pují ordered as she came over to the front desk. Summer and I sat in silence as Miss took the register; confused and puzzled whispers floated around the room as everyone wondered why the new girl wasn't here. Tazmin and Saffron (for once) weren't bitching about the event and seemed to be bored by the ideas being created around them as they rolled their eyes. Emerald wasn't here either, but because she's not new here, it naturally wasn't worthy of a class discussion.
"D'accord, classe." We all looked towards Miss. "Aujourd'hui, the police will be ici," she began, drifting between French and English. "Because of the incident from yesterday. Si tu ne sais pas, Brooklyn was brutally killed, et they will be interviewing those of you that were at Art club."
Great, I thought. Just what I wanted.
"From this classe, that is Christmas, Emerald, Tazmin and Saffron. D'accord. Peux je ask you être on your best behaviour."
With that, she dismissed us and I slipped my bag onto my shoulder. Around me, everyone was crying. Choruses of "poor Brooklyn" and "murdered?" surrounded me like fog on a cold day.
First, we had History. Police sent for the other classes first, starting with Alexander's class. Then, During second period-Maths-they sent for Tazmin. Azzy, from Ivy's class (and who was in Art club), knocked on the door before whispering to the cover teacher, Mr Rogers, and he beckoned to Tazmin to go over. Azzy looked extremely apologetic when Tazmin passed her.
After ten minutes, Tazmin came back-making a scene out of it, as usual-and told Saffron that it was her turn. Once she came back, it was my turn, and with each step towards the hall, I dreaded it even more.
I eventually reached the big double doors of the main hall, and gently pushed one of the cold, metal handle.
Inside, two policemen were sat on two cushioned chairs in the centre of the room, facing the stage; each of them had a clipboard. In front of them was another chair, presumably for the student they'll interview, which the beckoned me to sit in.
"Hello. Please, take a seat," the policeman on the left said, formally. I did as he said and then he continued. "I am police constable White. If you feel like you have to leave, please do. We are not physically able to keep you against your will, please remember that. I understand you were on school premises around the time of your friend's death yesterday. Correct?"
"Y-yes," I replied, getting an odd feeling from his voice.
"Where do you say you went after the club ended? You went with Brooklyn, right?"
"Y-yes s-sir," I stammered. I knew how suspicious that sounded now. Many people had witnessed me offering, out of the blue, to walk with the victim because I'd left my PE kit in form. Especially since I had it for a lunchtime club that was cancelled, not PE...
"What series of events do you recall happening after you left your friends?"
"I-I walked with B-Brooklyn to the language block. I-I turned to the door, when she thanked me for inviting her to the club, and we parted. I went upstairs, to my form. The window was open so I shut it and got my PE kit. When I exited the building, I-I heard Brooklyn scream. I ran to the car park and spoke to her mother, who was waiting in her car. When she said she hadn't seen Brooklyn, I ran round the building and found her, dead," I finished; it was a long speech for me; I hate speaking in front of strangers. Tears were forming in my eyes.
"How well did you know her?"
"I hardly knew her. When she came to this school, two other girls started picking on her. I stopped them, and she began hanging out with us at breaks."
"Two other girls? Who are they? Do you believe they committed the crime?" his eyes widened.
"Tazmin and Saffron, but they were horrible to everyone. Yes, they had something against Brooklyn, but I don't know if they're actually capable of murder!" I gulped, self-consciously.
"Next, can you ask Emerald to come in," Constable White asked, more like an order.
"No, I can't. She's not in today."
"Okay. You may go, but..." I stood up, still looking at him. He looked straight into my eyes as if he was trying to burn a hole through my head. Silence. He took a deep breath.
"Did you kill her?"
What?! It was true. They honestly thought it was me.
"Tell us now and you'll get a lighter sentence."
Sentence? I was freaking out by now. Wait, he said I can leave, right? Ignoring how suspicious it may seem, I turned and made my way to the doors. I could feel their eyes bearing down on me, following me as I moved.
I opened the door. "I don't know about her death. And I didn't murder her." I whispered, my voice echoing round the large room. Then I left. And went back to maths.