American Vandal 3

2

A boy by the name of Connor McGregor was currently being interviewed. He had a certain confidence in his voice.
"It was definitely Stephanie Fernaldo", he laughed
"And how do you figure that", peter questioned peering over his glasses at the blonde boy who sat across from him.
"She's in the band and the prom committee, and everyone knows she hates Molly. Maybe she wanted to ruin the event", he shrugged
"Why does she hate molly", Sam questioned.
Connor shook his head, "I'm not with all the gossip bro"
After questioning a couple of students, it became known that Stephanie gained a reputation as the nicest girl in the school, she was the leader of the prom committee, head journalist for the school newspaper, first chair violin in the band, all around good Samaritan.
However, many people speculate that she has held a grudge against Molly St. Coven
Stephanie previously had the best grades in the school, captain of every club, the stereotypical perfect girl with every aspect of her life scheduled down to the minutes. She dated star basketball player Lucas Denuemont
When Molly arrived, she wrapped Lucas around her finger. She joined every club that Stephanie joined.
Lucas soon broke up with Stephanie, the reason was never said but it became obvious as Lucas was seen with Molly.

"So Stephanie has access to the room where the instruments are kept, and a motive", Sam muttered, scribbling down on the board.
"But what about all the other band students", Peter pointed out.
"And anybody else who may be able to get in", Sam continued.
"What about our other suspects", Peter started, thinking back to previous interviews.

"It was Fredrick Vernan, he's like a total weirdo. He's always eating things with jelly", a young girl said.
"Weird, weird how", Sam asked, adjusting the focus on the camera.
"Once in the 6th grade, he had his usual jelly sandwich like every day, but after one bite he stood up clutching his stomach.
He could have gone to the bathroom but he pulled his tuba out of its case, pulled his pants down, underwear included.  and shit into his own tuba in front of everyone, to this day nobody has ever let him forget it and He has the same thing for lunch every day, a jelly sandwich"

So Fredrick had an absurd love for jelly and a possible motive. He was the first person they interrogated.
Fredrick Vernan was a brunette haired boy of average build, there were stains on the shirt of his uniform, and his hair looked like a birds nest.
He sounded congested, snorting every time he breathed in. He was supposedly a foreign exchange student but where he was from continues to be unknown.
"So you love jelly, is that right", Peter questioned.
Fredrick smiled as if recalling a fond memory," ah yes, my mother used to handpick blackberries and make the most delightful jams and preserves. She's rather old now, can barely leave her bed", he sighed.
"Were you at the dance Saturday night?"
Fredrick hesitated for a moment before speaking, "no I was at Carl Holland's house. You can ask him".
He looked uneasy.
"Would you say that you don't like the people who go here", Peter asked.
Many videos had been found that showcased Peter being called by the same nicknames he'd had since 6th grade.
Red-dick Vernan
Fredrick shook his head, however, the smile on his face seemed almost sickening.
"Of course not, those nicknames are all in good fun", He laughed.