What was taken

Chapter one, Out of time

I was slowly led to a dark interrogation room in handcuffs and a orange jumpsuit. I certainly hoped I looked good in orange. Not.

The cold tile floor leaked in through the thin fabric of my prison shoes. Just for 'precaution' they told me. I don't think I would be able to take down guards with a dirty pair of shoes.

One of the guards shoved me in a metal chair and left leaving me alone in the ominous room, nothing but a dim swinging lightbulb for light.

A tall man with dirty blond hair and blue eyes came and sat down with haste and introduced themselves.

" Hello, I'm detective Charlie, and this is detective Logan. We'll be recording this session", He greets gesturing to the tape.

"Thank you. I would like the truth to be recorded as much as you", I spat, in truth I had as much fear as the day it happened it seemed, to cover it up with anger, that was my only option.

Charlie didn't take notice, instead he slowly sauntered across the room before pausing.

" Tell us what happened", Detective Charlie said slowly.

" I wouldn't know where to start", I replied. This was true, so many things happened since the day I was six...

" Start by telling us who you are", Detective Logan suggested.

I blinked surely they understand I know myself?

" I thought you would know that by now.", I said, scowling.

Detective Logan raised his eyebrows, in an annoyed manner. He raised his hand and gestured for me to continue.

" My name is Mackenzie Brook Magaña and I am innocent", I said clearly to the recording device.

" We don't know that", Detective Charlie grunts leaning against the dirty white folding table.

" I do", I reply.

Both men share a look, then, Detective Charlie shakes his head.

" I will be showing you your text record from November 5 - November 26th", Detective Logan said impatiently.

Impatient? How dare he...My LIFE is at stake here.

" Please, tell us about your three friends",
Detective Logan said.

" Four", I corrected, sitting up straight and alert, to prove my ever growing confidence.

Detective Logan rolled his eyes. " Whatever",
He muttered.

I slumped back down in my chair and closed my eyes. It was painful to remember my friends bright smiling faces, without all the blood staining.

"Jay August Miller.", I whispered painfully.

" Yes, describe him please", Detective Charlie said.

Jay...Jay...

"Jay is tall, Has a light tan, Dark black hair, almost has a navy blue tint to it."

Once I started I couldn't stop, There was so much to know about him, few words couldn't help.

His eyes, he has the deepest blue eyes you ever saw. He plays the doctor in the group, have a cut? Scrape? Bruise? Go to him. Stomachache? Go to him. He usually has a sharp witty tongue to go along with his grumpy additude, but at times he can be sweet. He is 16
Years old, and plays the guitar.", I say finishing taking a gasp of air filling my needy lungs.

I hold must stomach to hold the tears in and look at the detectives.

Detective Logan nods, " Go on ", he nods.

"Lily Mae Johnson Lily is average height, has light brown hair and pretty minty green eyes. She has a very light tan. She plays the kind one in the group, the mediator, the advice giver, and usually never gets angry. Outside of the group she's really shy. She is 15 and plays the flute.", I tell him.

One single tear emerges from my eye as I now stare into nothingness.

Detective Charlie says " Excellent, keep going "

"Mark Anthony Rodriguez. Mark is average height with fair skin, not pale, fair. He has black hair and Beautiful light brown eyes. Mark is the crazy friend that's always fun at parties. He tried to be friends with everyone and tried to see both sides of the story before judging someone. His hobby is just hanging around people! He is 15 and plays the trumpet.", I say

The tear began dripping down my face, and soon it turned into quiet sobbing.

" He's fine. It was just a broken leg. Some cuts, and bruises. The usual", Detective Logan yawns.

" It wasn't how much he's hurt! It's how he got hurt!", I snapped angrily.

" Sorry", Detective Logan apologized. I sneer at his pathetic apology. I go on.

" Missy Rose Heath. Missy is a little short, blond-haired and dark tan girl. She has dangerous blue eyes, not at all deep, just bright and full of wonder and creativity. She is the popular gossip girl of the group. She holds grudges, usually not against us for long. ( except the time Mark accidently at her cupcake, angry at him for over a month. ) She more outgoing and popular. She is 16 and plays the saxophone.", I finish.

" You seem to know a lot about her", Detective Charlie said.

" Just as much as the rest", I replied carefully.

" Tell us about you", Detective Charlie finally settled. I'm surprised.

" Me? My name is Mackenzie Brook Magaña, you already knew that, I'm also known as MackenzieTheWarrior. I am a little taller than average and have dark brown wavy hair. My eyes are a deep dark brown, I'm often complimented on them. I am the creative one in the group, I think. I like to draw, write, and read. I'm very egotistical, ashamed to admit it. I also believe I'm shy at first but as I gain confidence I open up. People often remark me as funny. I'm also quite musical. I have just turned 16 November 1st, and I play the Trumpet, Guitar, Bass, Piano, and drums.", I say in a mouthful.

There's me, the funny one. I couldn't kill anyone, right?

" Great, information. Now let's talk about November fifth" Detective Logan smiled.

The way he smiled, scared me. It looked more like an angry smirk than anything. I brought my knees to my chest and slowly bring my head up.

"My day Started a little early, the day it began", I said thinking back to when it happened.