It was Friday 13th October. The most unlucky day ever. I was invited to Shelly, my mates house for a sleepover for 7.00pm. I left at 6.45pm so I wasn’t late. I had my bags ready and my sleeping bag. Acctualy I was quite excited.
I was walking towards the house when I saw something lying on the ground. I ran over to it. I couldn’t believe it. As I looked down on the ground my best mate was lying there. Still and lifeless. The window upstairs was smashed. It looked like someone had smashed the window and as if they shoved her out. The ambulance sirens got louder and louder as they came closer to me. The police started to appear as well and crowded around Shelly’s body.
One of the police men turned around to talk to me. He walked closer to me. Took his arm and put it around me shoulder to try and comfort me. The tears streamed down my face as the words that I didn’t want to hear came out his mouth.
“I’m sorry but this girl is dead”
The police men tried to lift me up and put me in the back of the police car. I just lay in the back of the car in fear of what was going to happen.
“We will be down tomorrow morning to ask you some questions “