*tap* *tap tap* I glared at him, tapping the metal of the handcuffs enclosing his wrists against the hard metal chair. He looked up at me noticing the annoyed expression on my face but knowing better than to open his mouth and argue in our current situation. The five of us had been sitting in this room for over an hour now. Nobody had spoken since an officer had told us it would be smart if we kept quiet, either way I don't think any of us would know what to say. I noticed my leg shaking as if it had a mind of it's own, I knew the nerves were inspired by my thoughts of what my mother would say. Finally the door to the small room opened and a stern faced police officer walked in and looked us over, sizing us up was my best guess. "Sebastian Lane?" He looked at me and I nodded. "Come with me" he walked out of the room and I followed him to another small room where I sat in a cold metal chair identical to the last. The officer walked around the back of the chair and took of the handcuffs which was the highlight of this horrible night. He looked me up and down once again and began the interrogation process I was prepared for. "Tell me Sebastian, what were you doing at Cynthia Tate's party" he asked this question as if I would have a different answer than any other reckless teenager just trying to have a good time. Unfortunately, I did have a different reason for being at the party and it was a complicated one. "It's a long story" I told him fully aware that it wouldn't satisfy him. He looked at me like every adult with any ounce of authority does and repeated "What were you doing at Cynthia Tate's party". I gave in, took a deep breath, and began my story. "I moved to this town exactly one month before the start of the school year..."
