30 days writing challenge!!

Day 3

I strayed from the prompt yet again. Aren't I great at this?
Prompt: people being questioned for murder. They all think that they are guilty, but cover it up

Blaire Wincester

Blaire winced at the bright light. "Can you turn that down? It's hurting my head." She asked. I complied, and lowered the brightness of the light. Upon seeing her face, it was clear that she'd be crying. Interesting. She looked obviously distraught, but that didn't necessarily mean anything. Anything could fake cry. Anyone could present themself as heavily troubled by these events. It was a horrible situation. A school student, Livia McAllister, found dead in the rose bushes near the drama department. She'd been shot seventeen times.

"So, what did you know about Livia?" I asked, tapping my pen on my clipboard.

She sniffled slightly. "I mean, she is-" Blaire whimpered slightly. "Was, in my drama class. She was nice, always carried a fluffy pencil with her wherever she went. She loved to write, scripts specifically." Blaire shrugged helplessly. "She had a family. A boyfriend. She was happy."

"What do you know about her murder?"

Blaire whimpered again. "I don't know! I was the one to find her! I found her bleeding out on the rose bush and-" Blaire burst into tears, unable to recount anymore of that evening. She sobbed, curling up even more into the uncomfortable plastic chair. I patted her shoulder in an attempt to be consoling.

Cameron Garcia

Cameron sat in the chair, less uncontrollably upset than Blaire, but still looking rather unnerved. Understandable.

I cut straight to the chase. "How did you know Livia McAllister?"

He shifted uncomfortably. "I dunno Man. She was in my math class, but always sat at the back. She used to doodle in her small notebook with her fluffy pen, but O never actually saw her drawings. I never knew her. Because that's the thing Man." He looked me dead in the eye. "We never think about these things. These people are just someone in the background, taken for granted. Till their dead. Now everyone is acting like they were her best friend, when truly they couldn't give two shits when she was actually alive."

It was obvious that Cameron needed a therapist, or someone to just listen, and chose me out of everyone. He then went on to entail his relationship with Nicholas Fox, and how his new apartment smells like wet piss.

He had nothing to say about Livia's murder.

Nicholas Fox

Nicholas sat down, stretching their legs up on the table. I told them to place their legs back on the floor where they belonged. They stuck their tongue in response.

When I asked the first question on the sheet, they shrugged. "I worked with her at seven eleven. She made good slushees." They frowned sadly. "Imma miss her. She was nice." I quickly wrote that down. "She always gave me food hugs, especially when I missed my sister."

"What do you know about her murder?"

Nicholas sighed. "Blaire told me about it. She was really upset. It's awful." They ran a hand through their bright blue hair. "Anyway, enough of the sad stuff, what are you eating for lunch?"

Conclusion:

After talking to three people who were told to be close to Livia McAllister, I have found nothing that points us any closer to the murderer.