Only a few if us, me and my friends, know the truth about what
happened to the cleaner; Ms. Adams. But if you asked us we
wouldn't tell you because we made a deal, no one knows the truth.
But we have decided to write it down. And here it is, the story
of how a cleaner's murder changed our lives...
Me and Suzie walked to room 24 where our detention was being
held. Our other friends; Jessica and Martha were being kept back
too. Upon arrival we discovered we four were the only ones with a
detention. Mrs. Stewart wasn't there so we went in and sat down
in our usual places. It was silent, until Martha began shrieking
and flailing her hands wildly in the air. We rushed to her seat
and followed her horrified stare, on the wall in a little pool
was a red liquid.
"Martha calm down! Someone will hear us!" Hushed Jessica.
"It might just be paint or someone's spilt juice," suggested
Suzie, rolling her auburn hair into a messy bun. We knew it
wouldn't be juice, no one was crazy enough to eat or drink in
this class. Miss. Stewart was like an bird, she had a hunched
back, and grey hair dragged into a sophisticated style. But her
scariest features were her small beady eyes with intense vision,
her little hands that had sharp nails like talons, and her mouth
that was always primed with a degrading comment and usually
twisted into an evil smirk. Martha was practically in tears.
Suzie walked across the room, and began crawling around near the
"What are you doing Suzie?" I quizzed. She grinned at me in a way
that made me anxious, not wanting an answer.
"I'm doing what they do in those crime shows, you know, looking
for more blood," she emphasized the last word. Blood. It was the
least likely thing, near impossible, but Suzie was always one to
follow through with ideas.
"Is it really blood? I mean, like, real blood from a human or
animal," Martha shuddered at the thought. Jessica shook her head
with a grin playing at her lips. Martha always believed Suzie, as
if she knew what she was on about, half the time it was stuff she
had seen on the television.
"Don't worry Martha, Suzie is just playing detectives," Jessica
snickered. Suzie looked up at the comment and ran back to where
"Well what else is it, I don't see you with any ideas. I mean,
paint I thicker and juice; well anyone who drinks in here has a
death wish." Suzie pushed forward the blood idea, making it more
and more convincing. But it was absurd, or was there really a
murderer on the loose?