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There lay her limp body staring up at us. Her cold eyes were no longer the brilliant blue we were used to. We did not know this at the time, we were about to face the worst time of our lives.

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There lay her limp body staring up at us. Her cold eyes were no longer the brilliant blue we were used to. We did not know this at the time, we were about to face the worst time of our lives. But for some of us, including me, it would be much worse. Of course we didn't know that then, all we knew was the fear and the confusion. There were so many thoughts running through my head, but mainly, "Why her?" Because it was Sarah who had been murdered; my best friend. "Come along girls, get into your dormitories as quickly as you can, and lock your doors until further notice! A teacher will check up on you every ten to fifteen minutes." Mrs Tierney ordered. Mrs Tierney was our head teacher, and one of the toughest women you would ever meet, but she was scared. I could see it in her eyes; the way she couldn't look directly at any of us, as though she was afraid of what she might see. Before I knew it we were all in our dormitories, I must have been in some sort of a daze. But throughout all of this I managed not to cry, Sarah wouldn't of wanted me to, she was all I could think about. ...read more.


So the four of us joined in with the procession and that was when I realised that this wasn't just for safety. I couldn't help overhearing the nervous whispers, some people had decided to believe that the grounds keeper had gone mad and shot himself, whilst others thought that there had been another murder. But no matter how far-fetched the rumours were, I couldn't help believing some of them, my best friend had been murdered, anything was possible. Once we were in the assembly hall Mrs Tierney addressed us. "Girls", she said, her voice now slightly hoarse, "I'm... I'm afraid that there's a problem. After the tragic death of Sarah Johnson, we are now faced with a new situation." There were a few nervous whispers but the look of anticipation was on everyone's face. "I'm afraid we're... we're locked inside the building." She continued, she had to raise her voice to drown out the cries of desperation, "We don't know how and we don't know why, but the police and your parents have been informed. I'm sure that this is nothing serious and soon enough we should be back to normal." "How the hell can this be normal!" Charlotte exclaimed. I don't know whether she wanted me to answer this or not but I didn't. ...read more.


"Why are you doing this? Was it you that killed Sarah? What's wrong with you?" I asked him, I could no longer stay calm. He looked as thought he was thinking of a way to answer me, he squatted down next to me, scratched his gristly grey beard with his bony fingers and his stare became more intense. The more I looked at him the more he reminded me of tatty potato sack, his tired eyes were surrounded by bags of loose skin, his brow was now producing beads of sweat which attempted to drip down his face, but kept getting stuck in the roles of skin. As much as I hated this man I couldn't help feeling sorry for him. "I'm in love with Sarah," He replied, " well I was anyway I was. I loved her hair, her smile, everything about her, so I decided to tell her. So I brought her here. I didn't realise that she would react so badly. She began screaming, and I got scared, so I, I killed her. I didn't mean to hurt her, just to scare her so she'd quiet down. But she didn't." I couldn't believe what I was hearing, the caretaker had never struck me as being so sick and twisted. We all respected him, he'd even won "Caretaker of the Year" several times. Maybe this was why it was such a shock, but to hear that he was in love with her, that was something else. ...read more.

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