Dead Girls tell no tales. Is that saying true?
Emma Blackwell was told a secret, just minutes before she was left to die. Bloodied and bruised, for the world to see.
But there was one question lingering on everyone's lips. Who killed her?
Nine susp...
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Anyway, Squalor, whose full name, by the way, was Esme Genevieve Gigi Squalor. Quite a handful, I know- anyway she and Tia Moore also known as Suspect #1 walked over to one of the tables and sat at it. Esme got a file out of her handbag with Tia's Name on it.
"Tia Moore, can you please answer a few questions for me? Like, what did you see when you arrived at the scene? As well as your relationship with the victim, what was it like?" She coughed and got straight onto answering the questions asked of her, matter-of-factly. "When I arrived, I didn't see much since I was running late, but when I got to the front, I saw Lyra Slender next to the body with blood on her hands as she was arguing with Blake Miller. Also, to answer the second question. Let's just say we weren't the best of friends. Lyra and I always hung out together, and Lyra and Emma didn't get along at all. She would tease her, and sadly enough so would I. But not to the extreme that Lyra would go to. Is that all?" Tia explained as she started to sniffle and became glassy-eyed.
"Yes, I believe that is all. Thank you for your time. And do you mind getting Lyra Slender out here now? You are able to go." Esme added as Tia's interrogation ended and she left the table to go get her friend Lyra Slender to come, as the investigation was becoming juicier. She arrived back to the classroom. "Lyra, P.I. Squalor asked me to get you to go see her next." She expressed vividly as she sat down and covered her eyes with her hands. Lyra walked out of the loud classroom and to the so-called office of Investigator Squalor.
She sat down, and Esme changed the file to the one of Suspect #2, Lyra Slender. "So, Lyra Slender. It is apparent that you were the closest to the body when the teacher arrived, and you also had blood on your hands. Can you please explain?" Lyra was looking overly nervous, with sweaty palms and looking away constantly. "Well, I was the first to the scene when the bell went, to find Emma Blackwell laying against the wall, beaten up. She was unconscious, so I tried to revive her, which explains both the blood on my hand and how close I was when everyone else arrived. Anything else? Ms Squalor?" Esme wrote everything down and then she just sighed. Then she flicked through the file in front of her, pushing her long hair out of her eyes. "It is also apparent that you and this Emma Blackwell had quite the relationship, can you please elaborate?" She asked the second suspect. She just sighed.
"Well, I did bully Emma. But that was only due to her being an utter bitch to me. If she had tried- even a little bit to get along with me. Maybe we could have been friends. Anything else?" Esme just shook her head with disapproval as she quickly jotted down the sentences she had recently heard. "That will be all, can you please get someone else to come outside?" The investigator asked politely and inquisitively. Lyra just nodded and walked away, picking up her Gucci handbag as she moved hastily towards the classroom, that was now being used as a holding cell in a prison. "Blake's turn." She said to him nastily as she sat down next to Tia and got out a fashion magazine from her purse.
Blake Miller, now Suspect #3 got up from his chair and left the classroom. He slugged his way to where the investigator was sitting. "Name please?" She asked the equally puzzled boy. He sat down and looked at her strangely. "Blake Miller,"
"So, Blake Miller. Tell me about Emma. No one has given any details on this girl, just their relationship with the victim." He just sighed as his eyes became glassy. His voice became slightly cracked as he started to choke out his response. "Emma, she was my best friend. She has been for a decade now. We have been through thick and thin together, she was always there for me and I was always there for her. She was the smartest, funniest, prettiest, most caring and talented person I've ever met. Can you please give me a minute?" He said as he choked back his tears, but he let some tears slip down his cheek. "I am sorry, it's just, I can't live without her, please give me the next question- before I lose it."
Esme just smiled sweetly at him and wrote down some notes. "It's okay. I will find out the culprit of who has done this. But I still need you to answer some questions. But here, some tissues you can borrow." She passed him the packet of tissues, then got on with her job. "Blake, what happened when you arrived at the scene. It has been reported that you argued and yelled at certain people. Please tell me if the accusation is true?" He was still wiping his eyes with the tissues when he spoke up. "Well, it is true I did yell and argue. But that is because, I found my best friend on the floor, unconscious and bloody. With Lyra next to her, looking suspicious. People kept on trying to interfere and kept pushing my buttons- so I hit my breaking point. Any other questions?" She hummed with satisfaction as she jotted down the notes quickly. "Before the attack or the maybe apparent suicide, did you see Emma Blackwell at all?" Esme asked, with a serious to be to her voice.
She seemed convinced that it could have been a suicide since there was no evident weapon used. But Blake had a feeling, just like everyone else that it was an attack. "Yes, we were at the library. When she saw something strange outside, and she said to me. 'Blake, stay here. I will be back. I just need to check out something.' Then she left. I didn't see her come back, so when the bell went I found her where this story started. And she was never suicidal. There were no signs of it, she was the happiest person I'd ever met, well except for Cole- he's a god damn optimist for crying out loud. It was a planned attack. I don't know who committed this horrible crime, but you must find out. Are we done here?" Esme nodded as she finished writing down more notes as Blake started walking away.
