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.
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