𝐎𝐁𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐕𝐄

☺murder mystery☺

My heart was shattering slowly and painfully as I sat uncomfortably in the waiting room to the principles office. I felt the sweat of my palms against the harsh blue cushion of the chair and my course breathing altered my previous confident exterior. I quickly wiped a salty tear from my stinging cheek as molly was making her way out of the office. She signalled a 'are you okay?' Kind of sign and I responded, "I'm fine, thanks." In a hoarse tone, my smile not matching my mood. The principal followed her out and beckoned me into his boiling hot room. I was practically hyperventilating as I sat down, I don't like talking to teachers one on one. "I'm guessing you were close with Anthony?" He said, regarding my general emotional state. I hadn't heard his name being said since he had... been murdered. "Y-yes." I stuttered, managing to form words. "Can you tell me about your relationship with him?" It was more than just a relationship. We had dated for over a year. The love we shared was compassionate and real. Until he of course was found by Hannah, making out with Mia. I felt like I was getting stabbed in the back at the time, and the wound is still there taunting me when I sleep and when I come across his Instagram every now and then.

"We were... dating for a while, so we were kinda close." We were obviously more than 'kinda close' but I wasn't going to tell the principal all about my trust issues and lack of self confidence. "Why are you even asking our school about this? Wasn't he attending Royal Valley High?" The principal slowly nodded in agreement and satisfyingly slid open a draw behind him. He picked a dark blue file from what seemed to be the very back of the deep draw. "Amare, since you shared intimate time with Anthony, I think you deserve to know this.." this planted a curious expression on my previously distraught face. "There was a knife found in the school so everyone in our school is suspects to the murder." I couldn't hide a shocked expression and a million newly created questions. "Wait so-I'm a suspect?" I said, hoping for at least a little good news. "I'm afraid so, yes." "And-" "I'm sorry I can't answer any more questions on the matter at hand, you are excused." I frowned and left with my dignity still sitting.

No one in my school would do that- students at least. So what the fuck is going on? Should I tell anyone? What if it leads to me?