It Wasn't Me.

Chapter 2

I was writing an essay. I was home alone but I'm 17 so who cares? I was determined an A in psychology but I wanted to get an A* so I wrote an essay a week to get a head. I was doing this when the doorbell rang. As if by command I looked cautiously out of the window down on to the doorstep when I saw them. A shiny clean police vehicle, a sight seen rarely in Upper Abbott those days. Stood outside of the car were two policemen and one one policewoman.
I opened my curtains more and at the same time a young policeman looked up at the window. He cupped his hands around his mouth and yelled up at me,"Hey, kid, come get the door."
At this point I knew I had no choice, with a quick heartbeat I walked down the stairs. It could be a number of things, Noah, Noah or Noah. I opened the door to the policewoman and she looked me up and down then said "Hello, we are looking for Mr and Mrs Grant, there is something we need to speak to them about."