Murder at School

Friends come up with a plan.

At break, l waited for Summer before we headed over to the field to catch up with the others as usual. Everyone else was already there.
"Hiya, did you hear about what happened?" Danny asked, slumped back against the large birch tree, his arm rested on Ivy's shoulder.
"How could we not?" Summer rolled her eyes. "Plus, on that note, that's what we need to talk about. Christmas, explain."
So I did: I explained what I'd done after Art; I explained about Tazmin and Saffron; I explained what had happened with the police; I explained everything.
"They suspect you?" May's face was pale, her eyes taking up 70 percent of her face.
I nodded. "I believe so. Why else would they try to intimidate me into confessing? No one else seemed bothered by how their interview went after they came back, did they? Plus, even I know how thin my alibi seems. It's my word against groups of other girls.  I'm guilty, as far as the police are concerned. And I understand why." Tears were forming in my eyes again. The fact that they believe I could have the nerve to kill someone-not to mention my friend!-made me want to cry non stop. For days and days until I had no more tears to cry.
"Don't worry, chin up- we won't let them do anything to you. We will solve this mystery. We will find Brooklyn's murderer," Alex glanced round at the others before returning his gaze to me. "We will clear your name." He was determined, I could see it his eyes; for Brooklyn, I was willing to put myself in danger again in order to catch the murderer.
"So we're all agreed?" We looked up at Ivy. "We're going to be detectives again?" We all nodded.
"Okay, let's start as usual with the suspect list," Hartness began, pulling out a notebook and some pens. "The way I see it, the only people who could've been at the school at the right time are the people who were at Art club."
"Yeah, there weren't any other clubs and the only other place you can go is the library. If they went there, Miss Lauren would've known. Plus, I don't know anyone who does apart from on Thursdays, due to homework club, so if anyone did it would be highly suspicious," Danny added, in agreement.
"So who was at Art club, Christmas?" Melody asked.
"Err," I looked up. "Tazmin and Saffron-"
"Quite strong suspects, for obvious reasons, I might add," April remarked.
"-And some other of the 'popular' girls, Sylvia, Madison, Camilla and Vesper-"
"They seem like the type," May shuddered.
"-Jay, Steven, Betsy and Tatiana-"
"Not as likely," Melody mused.
"-myself, Emerald and Brooklyn. That's all. Well, besides Azzy, but since Sir is her father, I doubt she could carry it out."
Hartness had written all of this down and we all looked at the neat, tidy list.

"As for a plan of action, we all keep a close eye on those in our classes. We collect alibis, motives, opportunities. Anything else?"
"Jay's not here today," April sighed. I rolled my eyes: despite her protests, she clearly likes Jay.
"Neither's Emerald. It doesn't matter, we continue as planned," I stated.
No one thought of anything else to add to the list, so we waited for the bell to go.

So we need to question Saffron and Tazmin, I thought as we walked to double Art. This should be fun.
In Art, Summer and I sit at the front, which in this case was good because we can keep an eye on the other two. I had no idea what to say to them. Anything I said would be instantly suspicious simply because of who it was! I could tell Summer had realised the same problem.
Today we were creating giant stencils and then printing the image onto card. For some reason, Sir thought it would be a good idea to trust people with scalpels despite the fact a student was killed yesterday after being stabbed. Especially after Art. Hold up.
"Summer," I whispered. "Brooklyn was killed after Art club, which was held in here. We're using scalpels today, of which require Sir to warn us about how sharp they are. Because they can cut human flesh. See where I'm headed with this?"
"Yes," she gasped. "And I guess that was luck since they're usually hidden away in the locked cupboard."
"No, he would have taken them out for today. It probably still would've been luck that they could use a scalpel, but there's a slight chance it was planned."
"I suppose you could just ask Sir what we were going to do today, and if they did take a scalpel all it would prove is that it was someone who went to art club." I nodded. It would make loads of sense.
During the lesson, we waited for an opportunity to talk to Tazmin and Saffron, but they didn't move from their table with the other so-called popular girls in the form. Neither of us had come up with something to say, and I couldn't help but worry that we were going to miss our chance. Eventually, towards the end of the lesson-at around ten past one-the girls split up to help tidy up, or at least, if you can call that helping. I quickly grabbed our table's ink and sponges and walked over to Tazmin, who was at the sink washing her table's stuff.
"Hiya," I said, as cheerfully as I could manage.
"What do you want?" she snapped.
I resisted the urge to snap back with something like 'well I was trying to be nice, to contradict your black heart' but if I did I knew I'd waste my chance. "I just wanted to see if you're okay after knowing that you were only a hundred meters or so away from an awful crime scene."
"Oh please, as if I care, Brooklyn had it coming to her. As if I care that she died."
"But it was murder!" I hissed, keeping my voice down.
"So?"
"You're impossible!" I cried before placing my now clean objects on the side of the sink and storming off.
I always knew they were mean, but I never thought they were completely heartless!