DARKNESS. COMPLETE DARKNESS. SURROUNDING US ALL as we sat in rooms alone, each waiting for our turn. Being alone gave us time to think, to create conspiracies in our head about who did it, to wonder why Marina was killed- was it an accident or pure murder?
The floor vibrated beneath my feet as I bounced my leg up and down as my anxieties took over. The silence was deafening. As the clock in the room ticked every second, it was as if I was counting down to my impending doom- not that I had done anything wrong.
Heeled footsteps against tiled floor snapped me out of my thoughts, and the door to the room opened slowly. The inspector stepped inside, paperwork and file in her hands as she stared me up and down, making me even more nervous. As she pulled out the metal chair, it scraped along the floor, making a squeaking noise that made me uncomfortable to say the least. She sat down, paperwork hitting the table like a ton of bricks.
"I have to ask you some questions. Okay?" I nodded as she continued, "You haven't been at this school for long, have you?" She asked, and I shook my head. "No, only about four months. I used to attend San Esteban. You know, the school that collapsed. God, I wish I never moved." I said, mumbling the final bit under my breath.
"So when San Esteban collapsed, what happened for you to end up at Las Encinas?" The blonde woman asked, flicking her ponytail behind her as she clicked her pen, ready to take notes. "To win over the locals, the construction funded four scholarships for students to attend Las Encinas. I was one of the lucky ones." She began scribbling things down as she spoke up, "Did you have any problems with the other students?" I shook my head in response, "Not really." Although I wasn't sure my answer was completely truthful. During my time at Las Encinas, including every little scrap of drama, I probably had an argument with everyone at least once.
