Who killed her

She stood up and walked with them. She looked at me in a strange way as she passed from beside me. 

Everyone seemed confused. We sat there for half an hour and later onwards saw a police officer coming out of the building. 

He came out and said,

"Who is Hazel Keith?"

I raised my hand. 

"Can you please come forward?" He said. 

"Me? Why?" I asked out of confusion. 

"There's been a murder inside this building of a girl named "Joyce Smith."

I couldn't believe my ears. It felt like my heat was frozen as soon as i heard that. There was a pin drop silence in the ground and everybody looked at the police officer with extreme shock. 

"The witness says that she needs to speak to you." 

"Me...? Wh...y"? I shivered

"No more questions Ma'am. Please step forward." The officer spoke angrily. 

I handed my bag to Jacqueline amd made a nervous eye contact with her. 

"Hurry up please!" The officer yelled and I walked along with him. I was in a state where I had 1000s of things going inside my mind. 

He took me to the principals office where there were 2 senior teachers, Our principal, Samantha and the chief police officer. 

"Miss Hazel? Is that your name?"

"Yes officer" 

"Mhm... You look like an innocent girl who belongs to a good family." 

"May I know what does that mean?"

"That simply means nothing but, what were you doing in the bathroom when you had an ongoing class?"

"What do you do when you go to the backroom?"

"Was there anyone else inside the bathroom?"

"Not particularly, but..." 

"I think this information is enough for us to figure out who murdered Jennifer." 

"Why... Why have you called me?" 

"Sir, this is the girl i whom i saw coming out of the washroom! She murdered her!" She screamed and started to cry. 

I had multiple emotions at that time. Angry, that why am I being involved in something I never did. Afraid, Becaue I didn't want to die in prison. Confused, Because I was the one who came out of the washroom when ---- was alive and she was crying so loudly that everyone could hear. 

I wonder why she had blamed me. 

"No! She's lying! Why would I murder -----" 

"Ma'am lower your voice. The girl claims that she saw you running out of the washroom when Joyce Smith was crying loudly.!" 

"Do you have any evidence against me?"

I knew I was afraid at that time but I was a person who would never let anyone point finger at me uselessly. Especially when I know I am innocent and I didn't do anything.

"We don't have any evidence yet, But we'll collect it for sure in a mattar of time. Until then you'll have to come to the prison with us."

"I DIDNT DO ANYTHING! AND I AM NOT GOING ANYWHERE!" 

The officer forcefully pulled my hand and took me out of the room. 

"Sir. Please listen to me. I am innocent and I'm not linked to her in any way." 

He kept quiet and moved on. 

She came running to me 

"Why are they taking you? Why are you taking her!" 

"Back off!" 

"NO! I WON'T! WHERE ARE YOU TAKING MY BEST FRIEND!" She came and blocked our way. The officer pushed her forcefully