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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"Listen, since everyone, is either in a mess or has already been interviewed. So, I will complete the righteous task of being interrogated." Everyone else, well except for Rose and Blake, who were still crying, all hissed at the so-called 'righteous' girl who was standing in front of them.
Esme just nodded and started walking outside. Maria Gervais, who was now Suspect #8 stepped up to the 'stand.' They sat down, and Esme put her journal and purse, which was full of the student's personal files on the table. "State your name."
"Gervais, Maria Gervais," Maria said patriotically, as always, but was shot down by Investigator Squalor.
"This isn't a goddamn James Bond film, so quit playing around. One of your classmates has been murdered, so this has turned into a super serious and important case for me to crack. Here are a few questions for you to answer. Firstly, where were you in the early hours of the day where Emma was brutally assaulted and murdered? What did you see and feel when she was found? Why didn't you react when it was announced that she was murdered? What was your relationship with Emma? And finally, what sort of person was she? Since not many people have answered that last one thoroughly. Well except for Blake Miller, but that is compromised information, I shouldn't be talking about. So, give me answers."
"Well, the first question, I was getting ready for school, at home 20 minutes before school. Then I left my house, which is a 20-minute bike ride to school. So, I hardly ever arrive on time, but I did arrive before James. Secondly, When I arrived I saw one of my fellow classmates, on the floor, unconscious. I had been quite sad to see Emma laying there, but my mind immediately moved to thinking about who could have done such a thing. Thirdly, I don't display much emotion. It is who I am. I have never displayed too much emotion, and I probably never will, ever. But instead, I tried to calm down James, who had completely lost all his marbles. It was more productive than just sitting there, watching people show emotion. To answer your Fourth question, Emma and I were friends, but only just. We didn't know or get to know each other, at all. It didn't mean she wasn't a nice person. She did defend me when people like Lyra, Tia and Matthew would bully me, for standing up for what I believe and my 'mild anger issues.' Lastly, Emma Blackwell was a very nice and generous person, who didn't deserve to die. Unlike other people in the class, who are bullies, fucktards, bitches and whores. They are the people who deserve to die, to be completely, and utterly honest with you."
A sigh of thought left the lips of Esme Squalor, as she looked down to the table with her peach-flavoured Lipton ice tea on it, as she started writing. "That is all, please, bring out the final person" Maria, got up and started walking. Esme slumped down as the student left, as tears spilt in her light blue eyes. She had obviously had enough of what she was having to deal with, who she was having to deal with. A heap of obnoxious teenagers, who weren't giving her any clues to help with her job.
Anyway, she took her iPhone from out of her handbag and dialled up a number. She put the rose gold iPhone to her ear as it rang multiple times before the person picked up. "Hello, Esme. I thought you said you didn't need my help."
"I still don't, thank you."
"Stubborn as always I see. Why are you calling me then? Just to say hello?" The male voice echoed in her ear, using a mocking tone.
"So, OK. Maybe these stupid kids are driving me a little crazy, and it is hard for me to admit this, but I may need your help cracking this case." She admitted as the male figure, who appeared to be her partner laughed in the background.
"Oh, I would love to Princess. But I will be a little late since I was sent on a case almost an hour away from the station,"
"Don't call me Princess,"
"Sorry, your majesty." He said sarcastically just to piss her off.
"Shut it, Blaine. Call me once you get back to the station then I shall give you the address." He hung up just as the next subject walked up to the table.
The final person to be interrogated, Suspect #9. Cole Jensen stepped up to the plate. He walked up to Esme in his black jeans, a red and black plaid shirt covering a black t-shirt and some black vans. Oops, there seems to be some essential information that I have forgotten, this school has no uniform policy. "Cole Jensen, if I'm not mistaken. I have a few questions for you. What was your relationship with Emma Blackwell? Where were you early this morning? What was your reaction to Emma's death? Apparently, you whispered to the body, is that true? What sort of person was Emma?" Esme said quickly as she bombarded the confused teenage boy with many questions.
"I thought you said only a few questions? But, first question- Emma and I were good friends, I would hang out with her, Blake and Rose. I only moved to this school early this year, and she welcomed me to their group. Second question- I did arrive early to school, but I went to see my visual arts teacher, the same one Rose has too, to drop off my assignment. Then the Bell went. I arrived at the classroom, I didn't see much until the crowd cleared, then I knelt down next to her and said, 'I can't live without you, please survive.' The third question- everyone grieves in their own way, so I tried to be productive and professional by helping out Rose, but on the inside, I was a wreck. Already answered the fourth, so fifth question- Emma was a kind, geeky, smart, funny and beautiful girl, and anyone who ever got to meet her would know that. Anything else?"
Esme shook her head and Cole left. That was it, all the suspects had been cleared, a couple of them seem a little suspicious. Esme had to wait for a little while for the help of her trusted partner, Blaine O'Reilly.
**TIME SKIP OF FOUR HOURS BROUGHT TO YOU BY BRAXTON'S BAG OF TRICKS**
