A year ago Woodsboro resident Maureen Prescott was brutally murdered, now Katherine must go through all the pain and heartbreak again as it seems history is going to repeat itself.
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"How does it feel to almost be brutally murdered?"
"I don't know...
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I don't remember getting to English class, though here I was staring at the seat in which Casey should be sitting, but she's not. It was real; someone really did murder my best friend.
I could see people giving me sympathetic looks. It was just like last year all over again, Mrs. Charon talked about Casey and Steve, but I wasn't listening. All I could do was stare and hope she'd appear and shout 'surprise,' but I knew it would never happen.
..a terrible tragedy. An unbearable loss. It's days like today we need prayer in school...
I shook my head. Casey would be laughing at the thought of someone praying for her. She isn't religious in the least, but I bet when it was happening, she was praying for someone to help her.
The door opened, and Sydney walked in. She had been with Dewey in the 'interrogation' room; she gave Mrs. Charon a note and looked at me solemnly. "Kat, it's your turn."
Everyone turned to look at me as I grabbed my bag and stood up. Sidney rubbed my arm as I passed, but I couldn't even bring myself to acknowledge her.
I walked to Principal Himbrys office in a daze noticing Dewey, Sheriff Burke, and Principal Himbry were sitting talking about me, my family, and Casey's murder.
I slammed the door open, cutting them off; they all looked at me with guilty looks. "Hello, Katherine."
Looking at Sheriff Burke, I nodded in greeting, just feeling tired and lost inside "Sheriff Burke. Dewey," I said in acknowledgment.
Dewey shook his head at me with a severe look. "It's Deputy Riley today, Kat."
I nodded again in false agreement. "Okay, Deputy Dewey," they all looked at me, hesitant, obviously sensing my mood. I didn't have the best record in school or my life in general.
I kind of have an explosive temper and had been taken to a jail cell by Sheriff Burke more than once, so none of them knew how I would act with the news of my dead best friend.
Sheriff Burke motioned me to sit down and shut the door behind me. "So how is everything?".
Glaring at him, disgusted, I shook my head, angrily, "how do you think I'm doing?" Dewey put his hands on my shoulders to calm me down.
"We'll be brief, Katherine. The police have a few questions they'd like to ask you..." I glanced at Principal Himbry, who was giving me an encouraging look. I turned to Sheriff Burke and nod just as the lunch bell rang.
They asked me questions about my friendship with Casey, my home life, activities, and hobbies. "Right Kat, you've been very co-operative. I just have two more questions where were you the night Casey was killed, and do you like to hunt".
Stopping short, I scrutinized Sheriff Burke in the eyes silently, I was furious, and they all knew it once again; I felt hands on my shoulders. "Now we only have to ask you if you like to hunt because of your previous convictions of assault."
