• PROLOUGE

    A teenager girl walks up to her mirror, flattening out her shirt and hair, maybe even styling it a new way today. She pulls on a black boot with red strings through the small holes down the shoe and then she pulls on the other.
    She might even put on a bit of perfume then rush down stairs with a black blouse and her best pair of blue jeans on.
    She quickly gulps down whatever her mother had scraped off the pan and put onto her plate. She decides to let her mom drive her today, so she doesn't get all sweaty. When she gets to the high school, she gives her mom a small wave and rolls her eyes at the kisses her mom is blowing her.
    With her hand, she brushed her mom off and walks inside the school.
    As she looks around, she hears a boy call, "Jennifer! Hey!"
    A boy named Mason Ryles walks up to her and finishes his sentence with,
    "Hey, you know how it is the end of school and everything, we'll be out of touch most the time unless you call, so I was wondering if you would like to be my...." As soon as he was about to finish his sentence, the teenager spots the boy she was looking for and takes off running for him, only giving Mason a small wave. She approached the boy, becoming very nervous. He was surrounded by half his friends. She made sure he didn't have a girlfriend first, but... as she walked up to him, hesitated. She fought this out in her brain and decided to just ask.
    "Jason, will you be my boyfriend?" It was as if she had yelled louder that everyone could talk because now everyone was staring at her.
    Jason's friends laughed. Jason just stared at her, not sure what to say.
    After a moment of silence, and with her face turning redder, he said,
    "Sorry Jennifer. Your colors aren't bright, and honestly....."
    One of his friends cut him off, "You're ugly!"
    Tears came to her eyes and her cheeks burned.
    "Sorry." Jason appologized.
    Jennifer ran off to the janitors closet and sat there alone, pulling her knees to her chest and sobbing ironically.
    She spotted a long tan rope, thicker than a marker, and a grey chair set next to it. What a perfect way to kill yourself, was the first thing that went through her head. She grabbed the chair and thought about being dead.
    Was it all worth the trouble of killing yourself? Did you get to come back to Earth and see your parents crying? She let go of the back of the chair and sat on the floor, wiping her eyes.
    A moment later, it was decided for her. A man walked in the janitor's closet and sat behind her, And she figured it was a teacher. She had never seen him, but he suddenly grabbed the rope off the shelf and circled it around her neck, then pulled back. No sound could come from her mouth. She tried to fight him off and landed one good punch to his left cheek with her right hand, but she suddenly lost all air and became very purple.
    In her ear he whispered, "Death... D...E...A...T...H..."
    At that moment, she fell forward and closed her eyes, never again to be awake.

    CHAPTER 1

    I turned on the T.V this morning to see a dead girl being pulled into the ambulance. She was killed in school and they don't know the cause of it.
    At that moment, I decided I would take on the task of solving the crime, even though I didn't have premission. I grabbed my long black coat and walked through the door. They hadn't taken my badge yet, which meant I had premission to touch everything. I got into my car and drove to the High school, where the ambulance was and everything. Cops were scatted everywhere and this girls parents were standing there, yelling and screaming and crying.
    I walked over to them gingerly and decided to ask them a few questions,
    "Do you know anything that would have caused your daughter to kill herself?"
    Her mother shook her head, "No, she was a good girl, I don't understand..."
    I nodded and went to my next question, "What was her name?"
    The mom answered again, "Her name was Kaylee Jennifer Marie. She hated being called Kaylee, so everyone started calling her Jennifer."
    I scribbled that down on my hand, after I had noticed I left my notebook pad at home.
    "Your daughter had a bright personality? Or not? Pessimistic? Optimistic?"
    Her dad stepped forward in the conversation, "She was happy sometimes, and other times, she was the devil, but...mostly, she was pessimistic."
    I nodded, "Thank you for answering my questions."
    I walked to the ambulance and avoided being seen by any cops.
    The doors were wide open, so I quickly stepped in.
    "I'm a detective." I showed out my badge and they allowed me in.
    "We have no idea how she was killed. There are no markings on her neck and..." When he pointed out her neck, a tan powder was covering the top of his pointer finger.
    "What's that?"
    The man looked at his finger and shrugged. "I'm not sure, I never noticed it.
    You're not one of them Sherlock Homes are you?"
    I chuckled and shook my head, "It just caught my eye."
    I grabbed a small hankerchief out of the front pocket on my coat and rubbed it against her neck. The same substance came off on the hankercheif.
    "Hang on a moment..." Again I rubbed until it uncovered long red marks across her neck. They looked bad. Dried blood had stained the rim of the cuts.
    "She was strangled.... but she didn't do it herself. If she would have killed herself, she couldn't have put this on her neck to cover it up. Which means...
    she was murdered." I stared at the powder on the hankerchief. "Do you have any idea what this might be?"
    The man thought for a moment, then said, "Makeup. The killer might have gotten it from her pouch. Look."
    He held up a small pencil pouch and inside was a couple small tubs of makeup.
    I walked outside, back to the girls parents. "Here you have it. Your daughter was murdered, strangled to death." I held up the makeup and her mother began to cry harder, if that was possible.
    "Who are you?" The father asked, tears streaming down his face.
    "My name is Michael Roberts. Detective."
    "Hey!" A man called.
    I turned to see the chief policeman walk up to me.
    "What are you doing here?" He yelled.
    I wiped his spit off my face and looked him in the eyes, "Helping with the case.
    You've got a badge, you've got a case."
    The head cop snatched away my badge and the girls father stepped in,
    "No, we want him to work on our daughters case."