Hey guys thanks for all your reviews on Fight Fire With Fire. Next story time. I warn you though, its sad and some characters are going to die (No I hear you all scream!) Favourite parings- Troyella, Zekepay, Jelsi, Chaloyr, plus Ryan (Why didn't he get anyone in the movie? Sniff sniff.) Review and let me know what you think.

Rated M for possible violence (if it's not in there, I'll lower it later.

Disclaimer thingy: I don't own HSM or the characters, etc, don't sue me, its only a story.

Right here we go! Enjoy.

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The police led a frighten blond girl into the police station. Her messy, knotty hair was out of place and she only had one earring on. Her makeup was ruined, mascara running down her swollen cheeks. Tiny arms hugged and equally tiny body. Her pink cardigan was open, buttons ripped off, revealing a white blouse that also had the buttons ripped off. A white bra could be seen through her arms. The clothes were all splattered with blood. She had a police blanket around her middle, covering where her missing skirt should of been. Barefoot, bruised and battered, she seemed too young to be convicted.

Detective Barton sighed. So very young. He gulped down the last of his coffee while a police officer organised some suitable clothing for the girl. He sighed again and looked down at the plain brown manila folder in front of him.

Opening it up, Barton took out the photo. A young, pretty girl smilied to him. Putting it down, he read the girl's details.

Name: Sharpay Evans

Age: 16

Young. They were always so young. Suddenely the door of the sullen grey interview room opened. In came Constable April Smith, leading Ms Evans. As she sat down, Barton looked deep into her eyes.

Sadness

Fear

Pain

Guilt
Regret

You often didn't see that in the eyes of a murder.

Detective Barton turned on the tape recorder, and said all the needed formalities. He then turned to Ms Evans.

"Ms Evans, are you comfortable?" a mumble came out of the girl.

"Would you like a glass of water?"

"No thank you." Whispered Ms Evans

"Ok." Said Detective Barton, shuffling his papers. "Why don't you tell me what is going on?"

Sharpay sat quietly, head hung.

"Would you like me to remind you?" No answer. "On Thursday, February 9th, at approx 5:13pm, you took a gun you had retrieved off Mr Simon Kilmer, and you..."

"NOOOOOO!" Sharpay screamed, giving everyone a fright. Two officers came into the interview room and restrained her.

Barton saw the tears in her eyes. Something terrible had gone down at that school. Sharpay looked up through the tears.

"You weren't there." She spit out. "You don't know."

"Well , Ms Evans, why don't you enlighten me?" Barton stared her square in the eye. Evans stared back.

"Fine." She said. "I have to go back to the beginning for you to understand."

"Go ahead Ms Evans." Detective Barton leant back in his chair, arms over his head. "I'm all ears."