She looked young, pale skin, blue eyes, a short blonde bob cut and she was wearing a navy blouse. Her badge hang on by a needle on the collar of her blazer.
"Everyone had their reasons, Mrs Benson dosent like disturbing class time so she asked most of us to stay behind" I answer truthfully "Thomas had detention, Charlie offered to help move things, Nate stayed back to talk about something private and I'm guessing Angie was waiting for him. Jordan and I were staying back to ask a few questions."
"Do you usually stay behind?" She questioned further
"Only when I need too... rarely"
"And what about everyone else, do they usually stay back?"
"I couldn't answer that, omly becasuse i wouldn't know"
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"Mr Hecklier...." the interrogator asked. Brown hair, slicked back, brown eyes, dressed formally. He seemed normal, he was married; I knew that because of the ring on his finger. He seemed as if he knew what he was doing; professional.
"Thats me!" I responded enthusiastically
"What were you doing at the school the night you found the body?"
"I offered to help move files for Mrs Benson"
"Did you jump at the opportunity or did she ask you to help her?"
"Jumped, leaped...flew. Call it what you want."
"I deeply admire your witty banter....cant forget the sarcasim. It's fascinating how it makes me laugh yet annoys me so much" he spoke with a passionate and sarcastic tone
"Its my only defence..." I said in a tone of sarcastic-agreement; causing him to laugh
"I've spoken to other students and they have all said that your considered a teachers pet... Is that true?"
"Well I wouldnt say- not nessaceril- actually-... yea" I said slouched in my seat looking down to my hands that rested on the cold, metal bench. I wiggled in my seat due to its uncomfortable shape.
"So you get bullied for that I assume?"
"Yea... it doesn't bother me though, remember I've got my defense" I said leaning forward and crossing my arms before winking at him
"Ahhhhh..Sarcasim, right. Gotcha" he said nodding before writing something down on his yellow paged notebook
"Anyone in particular; the popular kids? Bethany?"
"The jocks...yea. Bethany, no never"
"Ok" he responded naturally, once again taking notes
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"Tommy what a suprise!" Officer Blake walked in; sitting down. He place a yellow folder on the table.
"Blakeyyy!!!" I dragged out
"Gettin' a little too much blood on your hands for you to handle?"
I raised my hands look at them for a few seconds. Then twiddling my fingers.
"I dont see anything? My hands are clean" I smirked
"Why were you in detention, Tommy?"
"Sleeping in class"
"Nothing knew?" He questioned
"Nah, same shit"
"Watch the language, Tommy"
I raised my hands as if to say step back as my eyes flicked downwards before i subconsciously rolled them.
"Did you know Bethany? Personally?"
"Nope... not a clue"
"How close were you with everyone else?"
"I've know Angie since Preschool, hooked up a bit in middle school."
"Gross" he whispered under his breath
"Dont get jealous blakey!"
"Keep going kid!"
"Taylor, Charlie and Nate; I met in sophomore year at a voulunteering thing..."
"You... Tommy, actually volunteered for something?"
"It was a punishment for not doing homework"
"Makes sense now, continue" He gestured his hands
"Thats it..."
"What about Jordan Walker? Any relationship?"
"Oh right... the new chick. Nah haven't spoken, only in group convos. She seems familiar though."
"Familiar how?"
All these images of her popped up into my head, trying to figure out why she looked so familiar. Hookup? Old school? Maybe she moved away and came back?
"I don't know, I feel like I've seen her before."
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Thanks for reading!
Answer to riddle: Nothing
I know the past few chapters have been boring and nothing has happened. Im just trying get all the backstories and details out if the way before I get into the good stuff ;)
Chapter 9: Interrogation Part 1
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