I slowly drag myself back into reality, shaking from a nightmare I can't remember. I sit up and look at my alarm clock. 5:43. What time does school start? I haven't been able to remember small pieces of information. Ok, Collen think this through, it's not anytime too soon, right? And there's no way it's after 9. So... It would be somewhere from 7-8. Right? I shake my head, thinking through everything has been mentally exhausting. Nevertheless, I need answers, so I stand up and start getting ready for school. After a bit I walk downstairs in my uniform, my short curly blonde hair is still a mess, but I have better things to worry about. “Good morning, Mother,” I say as I walk into the kitchen. “I made you breakfast,” she says gesturing to the plate on the table. “Thanks, I'm going to take it to-go," I say grabbing the sandwich. I know what it is, yet I don’t. The sandwich is piled with crunchy lettuce crispy bacon and juicy tomatoes, I know there's a certain name. I'm still thinking about the mystery sandwich when I walk out the door. I'm surprised to find a familiar face on the sidewalk in front of my house. “Griffin?” I ask the brown-haired boy. “Yeah!” he exclaims, putting his arm on my shoulder and leading me down the sidewalk. “I'll help you get to school!” He says enthusiastically Who does he think he is? I can get to school by myself! “I'm your best bud of course! We always walked together you, me, and...” He stops talking but I know how that sentence would finish. “Hey listen, man, I'm sorry. About Isa.” He sounds sincere, maybe he was a good friend. Ah yes, now I remember we are good friends. “It’s fine, I’m fine.” Lying is crucial if I want to figure out the truth. If they know they’ll crowd around me, and I’ll never find out. I have to know. I feel my fists tighten as I smile at it, Griffin. “Okay then” he seems unsure “Let's get to school.” He continues to partially drag me until we arrive in front of Crescent Heights High School. A private one with a little over 250 students, few get in and even fewer do well enough to stay. I remember studying with Griffin, and… Bella. We walk into the school, and I follow Griffin through the hallways. After walking for a bit, he leans over and whispers to me “Rachel at 2 o’clock” and I look to see a pretty girl leaning against her locker and chatting with some other snotty-looking girls. I remember Rachel. We had dated for three months. Over those three months she used me to help her get better grades and overall, just look good. Breaking up with him had been one of the best decisions I’ve ever made. Although I vaguely remember being mean to me and Bella after we started dating, she probably just was jealous. Jealous that we were happy, and she wasn’t. The pieces clicked. In my English class a few years ago we went over mystery stories. The culprit always had a motive. Rachel’s was jealously and anger. SHE COULD BE BELLAS MURDERER! My heart starts pounding but I can’t confront her here, not now. Even still my blood boils at the thought of being this close and not being able to do anything. I need evidence. If I take this to the cops, they won’t believe me, they’ll think I’m still delusional. I’m not, I just need more evidence. I walk into home room with my emotions ablaze. Throughout the day I watch Rachel like a hawk. In the hallways lunch and in the few classes we have together. By free period I’m at the end of my rope. I watch as she laughs with her friends. How can she do that? How can she laugh when she killed Bella? My vision turns red and something inside me snaps. I rush at her, grab her by her uniform collar and lift her shaking her. “Why did you do it!!” I scream at her “How could you kill her!!” As I scream at her I’m partially aware of Griffin yelling at me and trying to get me to stop. I feel strong hands pull me back and I fight against them screaming at Rachel. They drag me to the principals like a dog to the pound as the murderer's friends console her. 73Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNtNOJ1g5ge
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