I stood just in front of my car, surveying the scene. As I stood there, wind blowing my black hair across my face, I watched the police and the students talk frantically to each other, creases of worry on their faces.
I smiled to myself, which was strange because I rarely smiled, and although everyone else was feeling betrayed, hurt, and confused, my feelings didn't even fall under those categories. This was, of course, rare.
Although things seemed to be off today, one thing stayed the same, everyone ignored me, oh and did I forget to mention that I just saw a murder?
I was a loner, an outcast. No one paid attention to me, which is why this brings us back to the very first thing, the reason why I was smiling. The police searched around asking every other student if they knew any information, but of course, they didn't. I did.
It was kind of ironic in a sense. It was sort of karma working things out in my favor...sort of.
I know most people would see the urgency in reporting what I had seen, but most people aren't like me. If anyone else had been lurking around the corner, peeking at what had happened; they would have screamed and gotten killed (to put it quite frankly). I stayed calm as I watched the masked man put a bullet in Victoria Miller's head and as she dropped to the cold, tiled floor, limp. I simply turned around, walked in the other direction and cringed as I heard an ear-piercing scream come from a girl who had found Victoria's body. I walked out the back door and kept walking until I came to my car, oblivious to every person here.
Shuddering from replaying that scene in my head, I decided to go home.
Poor Victoria...and I bet she was looking forward to prom, too. It's a shame she was the one to be standing there. What a brave girl. She didn't even scream.
If it had been me standing there, which I had been about thirty seconds ago, it would be my family grieving. My stomach lurched thinking about how my mom's face would look. Her make-up would be running down her face from sobbing as she clutched my dad who would stand there only letting out silent tears. Grateful that it hadn't been me, my stomach lurched once more, it had been Victoria.
My head hung low, I headed for the driver's side of my Honda. I opened the door and just as I was about to get in I stopped.
"Lexi!"
Oh crap.
