Hi guys! I'm starting my own story, because I hate the others! I'm not good at basing stories off of other things, so… yeah.

CHAPTER ONE

I am not here. I'm home with mom and dad. I'm playing football with Jackson. I'm at Freezy King with Sara. Lord, I'm bad at lying to myself.

Owen sat in the dark, empty room, tied to the cold, metal chair. If he hadn't screwed up the mission, he wouldn't be there and his best friend wouldn't be dead.

Owen looked up as he heard the door unlock. A surly man walked in with handcuffs and untied him. The man put the handcuffs on Owens wrists and dragged him out of the room, which was difficult, because Owen struggled and kicked the man.

"Listen boy," the man said, "If you don't stop that, I'll just kill you now. Now, we're just going to interrogate you, and if you give us the information we need, we may let you go."

Owen stopped fighting, but didn't say a word. They walked out of the room and into the dimly-lit, gray hallway. It seemed endless, until a door finally appeared. The man put his ID card up to a scanner, and the door unlocked. They walked into a room with one table, three chairs, and a pitcher of water with drinking glasses.

How could I use these things as weapons? Owen looked around the room, walked over to his chair and sat down. The man stood by the door with his arms crossed, glaring at Owen. There was a knock at the door, and the man opened it. A tall, bald man walked in holding a stack of files.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Estes," he said, referring to Owen.

Owen looked down at the floor and said nothing. He was nervously shaking his leg as the adrenaline started going to his head.

"Mr. Estes, I'm going to ask you a few questions. And you're going to tell the truth, all the truth, and nothing but the truth. Understand?" Owen nodded in response. "Alright. Where were you at six o'clock p.m. on Friday night?"

Owen thought for a moment. He had to tell the truth, or – well, he wouldn't live to see tomorrow. "I was at my school, in detention." The man wrote something down.

"Okay. Were you involved in the killing of your principal?"

Owen hesitated, breathing heavily. "Yes."

"Can you give us the names of everyone else who was involved?"

"No." Owen said.

The man looked angry. "Why not?" he asked through gritted teeth.

Owen did not answer right away. He fumbled with the handcuffs. If only I could get these off. "Because I was the only one involved," he lied. He can't let his friends take the blame.

"From what I heard, there were others. Who were they?" The man was very angry now.

"Then you heard wrong, because there was no one with me." He heard a soft click of the handcuffs, and he silently slid his hands out.

The man's face turned beet red. "I AM NEVER WRONG. THERE WERE OTHERS!" he screamed.

Owen was taken aback. He choked on his words and was shaking all over. "No," he said. That was all he could manage to say.

The man calmed down. "Agent 0826, take him to our special room. Maybe that'll teach him to talk." The large man walked over and reached for Owen, and Owen stood up, picked up the chair and brought it down over his head with every bit of force he had in his body. The man crumpled to his feet, unconscious. His head had a visible dent in it. Owen stared wide-eyed at Agent 0826. He quickly looked at the other man. He looked terrified and furious at the same time. He reached for a button that brought security into the room, but Owen was faster than him, as he swung the chair at the man's head. He just barely hit the man, and the man hit the wall, unconscious, his nose broken and bleeding.

Owen grabbed the man's security badge and unlocked the door. He ran as fast as he could down the hall, not daring to see if anyone was following him. The adrenaline rushed to his brain, and a wide grin spread across his face as he saw an open window leading outside. When he approached it, he stopped to catch his breath. He looked outside to see where it led. Outside the window was a ledge leading to the ocean. Easily a thirty foot fall.

Thank God for swim team.

He heard loud footsteps coming closer, so he climbed out the window and walked over to the ledge. He took a deep breath and looked straight at the horizon. He turned around and took a last look at the tall, grey building. He closed his eyes, took another breath, and fell over the ledge.