Ok for starters, I did NOT kill Logan. We were bet friends, still are. Of course I'm not going to kill off the best thing in my life. You see, Logan has "died" a mysterious "death". Everybody thinks I killed him! My own best friend! And to make matters worse, they don't even know if he IS dead or not! Before I go on, I should explain who I am and why I'm the prime suspect of a possible murder.
My name is Ryan. Ryan Moore. Yes I am a girl. Don't laugh at my name because I like it! Well… my nickname. You see, my real name is RileyAnn. You're probably thinking, "why not just make your nickname riley?" well my curious fellows, I personally think riley is too a) over-used, and b) girly. I think ryan is more original for a girl.
The reason I am being blamed for the disappearance of Logan is because I was with him that night. Now we weren't on a date! Ha he wishes! Just kidding, we are just friends! Best friends since fourth grade. Pretty impressive for a couple of nine year olds. Now that I think of it, we were actually forced together. Was new, I needed to know my way around, the teacher made him give me the "royal tour" I know he didn't volunteer because he was… popular? I guess… still is now, I think. I never cared about that crap-still don't. I smiled, thinking about the first words he said to me, "I like your name, it's like a guys name but you're a girl! It's cute…" That was fourth grade, now we're juniors. Talking about this is hard for me, even to the cops. It hurts so bad to think that your best friend for like, seven years is out there somewhere either dying or already dead. Goodness I miss him. I miss hi warm brown eyes that, when he smiles, looks like melting chocolate. Those eyes that go so well with his deep golden tan. I miss his so-dark-it's-almost-black hair that flips to the side like Justin Bieber except it doesn't look stupid like it does with Bieber. Or the way he would always smile at everyone he passed. The way his eyes lit up when he was talking about baseball or something fun we did together. The way he almost always wears basketball shorts and his green-blue Yankees baseball hat. Or the way he-I could go on and on. I don't see who could've done this! He was so nice to everyone. Gosh I really hope he's okay. Not just because everybody suspects me, but because he's my best friend. The only one who really gets me… and I can't live without him laughing by my side over our "little" pranks on our teachers.