While she drowned, I was on the beach chair.

It was the only thing I could say about the girl. I didn’t know anybody at the swimming pool, really. I was just there. That girl was no different. Sure, I passed her on the halls a few times when I changed classes. But I never was in the same class as her, our schedule’s never matched. It was only because this was the biggest party in the school and my friends insistent begging, that I even went there. I wanted to stay home and catch up on Mr Brown homework. Thank you for the towel. I- I. She died infront of my eyes but I can’t tell you anything. It didn’t seem like was having a fight she just stayed underwater for one minute too long.

“That’s enough thank you.” They both walked away from the scene. Talking to themselves as the woman chipped away the bottle and I chipped away at my nails. It was annoyingly annoying to my ears at the time.

“Do you mind coming in for more questioning? I know you must be tired and traumatised from what you’ve seen but we would like to get to the bottom of this while the memory is still fresh.” His voice smelled like mint. Not normal mint, no. The one my mom would never let me have smell.

Of course, detective.

What an interesting year we had after that. It was so bittersweet when it ended. I remember being on a beach chair at the end of it.

Chapter 2