As a person of interest I shouldn't have been there. I shouldn't have been sitting in a chair at basketball practice. I shouldn't have been in school. Instead I should have been in the courtroom listening to all the evidence pointing to me. Though, let me get this straight I didn't kill anyone or vandalise anything. All I did was exist. I know it doesn't make any sense. Just let me explain. It all happened a week ago.
"Hey bro." My friend Bell or we call him Al yelled out to me as I had been biking to his house. We were going to go to the park. The park down the road next to the river. As highschoolers we liked to go and play basketball and practice on the middle schoolers grounds and normally we fight them for who gets to go first. We play a game or two against the younger kids. Not by much, most of them were 8th graders and well me and my buddy Al are sophomores. Nevermind let me get to the point. We played a couple games before the middle schoolers left. Al had to use the restroom and well I was the only person with him so I waited by the door. Alone and having been alone when I heard him yell I had to run in.
I unlocked the door and ran in looking from stall to stall. Well the thing is Al is a trans male so I shouldn't have entered since it was the women's restroom, but bros before rules. The stall he was in looked banged up and the window was shattered. Now unlike the normally clever, level-headed person I was. I was freaking out and I opened the stall door tracing my fingers on the dent to see if there was anything to tell. I know it's a bad idea don't press me. The window that was very shattered had some blood on it. I crouched down and touched some of the glass, eventually touching the window upon seeing a hair or two caught around the window sill. I know that was also a stupid move. Dang. It looked like they were long gone. To add to it the glass had cut me and to be honest it hurt. I had found myself calling the cops and being taken down to the station until they questioned me.
Now in the present all the evidence points to me. As if they think I'm the mystery kidnapper of my best friend. Why would I even do that? Where the heck would I put him? He wouldn't keep his mouth shut. I just can't.