I was having a bad day, it was a Tuesday morning and I was not looking forwardto school. I was in my sophomore year and I still had not adjusted to everything. Myalarm hadn’t gone off so I woke up twenty minutes later than normal. That’s not goodwhen you are a girl, so much for straightening my hair. By the time I got out of the house,I was fifteen minutes late and I had missed the bus. I had to walk in the freezing, icy, bone-chilling conditions of Edmonton. I looked like a marshmallow with my puffy jacketon and my big clunky boots. I had so many layers on; you couldn’t see anything but myeyes.When I finally arrived, I was just about to turn up the path leading to the frontdoors when I noticed a line of red dots in the snow. It took me a few seconds to realizethat it was blood. Not thinking anything of it, I followed it until it stopped at the side of the school. I was shocked at what I saw lying by the dumpster. It was a boy, probably ingrade nine, with purple and blue bruises all over him. The most disturbing part about thescene was the razor sharp blade sticking out of his chest. I will never forget theexpression on his face. It was a mixture of pain and fear, he looked absolutely tortured. Icouldn’t stand there any longer. I took my jacket off and threw it over him to cover himup, and then sprinted all the way to the principal’s office. He was surprised to see me andwhen I told him what I saw, all the color in his face drained. Mr. Wilkins dialed 911 andtold him everything he knew, which was only what I had said to him. Then he ran out towhere I said I had found the boy, with my close on his heels.We both go there at the same time. Principal Wilkins looked like he was going tothrow up and I still couldn’t focus on anything but his expression. It felt like hours thatwe were standing there, speechless. Finally, the principal turned to me and said. “Oh mygod…do you have any idea who did this?!” I replied that I had no idea, and when I hadarrived, he was alone. That was when I noticed the binder near the dumpster. I turned itover and there was a name on it, Josh Williams. I had no idea who this was but he mighthave had something to do with this disgusting crime. I brought the binder over to Mr.Wilkins and his jaw dropped. Apparently, Josh was known as a ‘bad boy’. He had atroubled past, but was supposedly improving his life. I felt bad for him but seeing thatyoung boy made me change my mind. I wanted whoever did this to get caught and pay.When the police and paramedics arrived, they told me that I should go home. Thatit wasn’t good for me to see and I was probably in shock. But I couldn’t leave, I felt likeit was my responsibility to find the person who did this. My first suspect was of course,Josh Williams. I went into the school about ten minutes later. It was almost the end of first period and soon students would be changing classes. I waited in the bathroom untilthe bell rang. Then I made my way into the sea of students. It didn’t take me long tofigure out what he looked like, according to other people, and also that he was heading toEnglish. I was on a mission, and nothing was going to stop me. As I turned the corner, Isaw him about to go in the classroom. I caught his eye and he just smiled. It was a true,genuine, friendly smile. Not one of someone who had committed a murder a few hoursearlier. I had a gut feeling that my suspect was not guilty. I was relieved but then Irealized I had shown Mr. Wilkins and the police the binder. I had to find out if he wasinnocent or not before anything drastic happened.
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