Secrets 2

                "So, back to our first question what's your version of what happened?" the officer asked getting impatient.

                 I rolled my eyes and finally took in the room. There was a cluster of papers on the tiny desk behind him. I looked up at the walls that were the background to the desk. Cracked and peeled. I smiled and shifted my gaze to the desk which sat in between me and the officer. There was a family picture which I studied closely. Apparently he had a wife, one baby girl and two little boys. On the desk was a stack of files, a desktop, the keyboard, my file (which lay open), and a lamp.

                "Cute kids," I said glancing at the picture again. The officer stiffened. I chuckled and looked him right in the eye. "Do I make you nervous?" I asked evilly. The officer swallowed loudly and shook his head. "Dang."

                "Miss Gates, can I please here your version of the past events?" he asked and ran a hand through his hair.

                "There is no my version. Simon died. Plain and simple, anyone who doesn't see that is stupid," I replied.

                "I mean, did you see anything?" the officer asked taking off his glasses and cleaning them.

                "The last time I saw Simon was seeing him walk away from me. After that, I went back into the house to go get another soda," I replied getting irritated.

                "That was the last time you saw him?"

                "For the second time, yes, unless you count when I was walking on the border of the forest and saw him through the trees, laying there, dead," I said standing.

                "Where are you going Ms. Gates, we're not finished here. Is there anyone who can vouch for that?" the police asked.

                "Yeah, his name is William Packs. He's a senior at my school. He was the first person to get to me after I found the body. I think he was watching me. You should question him," I said nodding.

                "Send him in. Can you still wait in the waiting room until he's done. I want to have you both in here together," the officer said. I sighed and swung open the door.

                "Will, you're up," I said to the last remaining guy. Will stood up and walked over to me. His dark brown hair covering most of his beautiful blue eyes.

                "How are you doing?" he asked in his alto like voice. Deep, mysterious, but beautiful.

                "Been better. He's waiting for you," I said nodding in the general direction of the door.

Secrets 1

                I've got a secret. One that everyone is dying to know. Who did it? Who killed Simon Levy? Everyone wants to know, says they know, but I'm the only one whole knows the real truth. But I can't tell anyone, or I'll be next. After all, that's how Simon died.

                "Chloe Gates? Please tell us your version of the events that happened," the officer said as I sat down in the short, wooden chair.

                "What?" I asked playing it dumb.

                "About how Simon died," the officer said looking at me over the rims of his black rectangle glasses.

                "Oh," I sighed looking down at my hands that were rested in my lap. "Quick question, why am I being asked these questions?" I asked glancing up.

                "Someone saw you pull Simon aside at the party a few minutes before he was killed," the officer said. Great, I was getting accused of murder.

                "You think I did it?" I asked.

                "I didn't say that," the officer said quickly.

                "It was implied," I sneered.

                "Okay, we'll skip that question for now. Why did you pull Simon aside?" the officer tried.

                "To tell him to back off, he was trying to get me to like him, he was a self centered ass who wanted everyone to like him," I replied.

                "How long had he been trying to get you to like him?" the officer asked.

                "About a month or so," I grumbled readjusting myself. "You really should get better chairs. These are so uncomfortable."

                "What was he doing to you?" the officer asked.

                "Trying to sit with me at lunch, helping me in PE when we would play dodge ball, small stuff, but it would get on my nerves," I shrugged.

                "So he annoyed you?" the officer said dumbing it down a little.

                "Yeah, but not enough to kill him," I replied glaring at the officer.

                "What was Simon like at school?" he asked.

                "Are you asking me what I thought of him or what the teachers thought about him?" I asked.

                "What you think about him," the officer said.

                "I told you, he was a self centered ass," I smirked.