I was a sunny day with many white, fluffy-looking clouds passing over the sun at random intervals. The wind was gentle as it played softly with my short brown hair. The sun's harsh rays poured over the pages of my book, making me squint as I turned the pages.
I turned another page of my book. It's true, skipping class is bad, but it allowed me to have time to myself to read or write. Plus, it's not like I need to go to class. Even if I skip four days out of five, I still make all A's.
"Crap!" my brother, Ayumu, said sitting up. "I overslept again."
I'm surprised he could sleep at all, considering that we were both currently sitting on the roof of the school building.
"You always oversleep, Ayu," I informed him, my eyes momentarily leaving my book glance up at him.
"Do not!" he protested while getting up to stretch.
"Just keep telling yourself that," I mumbled, rolling my eyes.
"I guess I'm going to head to class now," He said, choosing to ignore me.
"Alright," I conceded, "I'll head in after I finish this chapter."
Ayumu nodded and walked back into the building.
I took my eyes off the door and let them, once more, rest on my book. Before I could really get into it, though, I heard a loud crash followed by several screams.
Quickly, I put my book down and ran toward the source of the sound. After descending two flights of stairs I found an open door leading to a small balcony. And just past the door, was my brother. Swiftly, I made my way to his side.
"What happened?" I asked, eyeing the space where a railing should have been.
"I don't know," Ayumu said honestly. "I heard a scream and came to see what had happened."
Ayumu and I peered over the edge of the balcony. There was a truck directly below us with a huge dent in the side of it. Even further below that, was a crowd gathered around a girl in the standard Tsukiyomi Academy school uniform.
"Did you do this!" a man from the ground yelled at Ayumu and I. "Did you push her?"
This last comment made all the students surrounding the injured girl to look up at my brother and me. It was then that I noticed that the man, who had drawn attention to us, had slipped something into his pocked while everyone was distracted.
Minutes later, Ayumu and I were near the crime scene, listening to our sister-in-law and leading detective, Madoka, explain to another officer that the victim didn't try to commit suicide.
I had to agree with her. No high school girl would be caught dead in those ugly blue, thick rimmed glasses.
"Professor Sinobe," a hyper brunette girl yelled excitedly at Professor Sinobe, who was standing not too far away from us, "with your skilled, educator's eye, do you believe you saw this freshman, Ayumu Narumi, commit this crime?"
"As one of the teachers here," Sinobe started, "I don't want to place blame on anyone, but I did see Mister Narumi standing exactly where Sayako fell from."
"That's eye witness testimony, Folks!" the brunette shouted to the on looking students.
I scoffed. There was no way that Ayumu pushed that girl to her almost-death. But whoever did push her, wanted her dead, and I doubt he was too happy with the fact that she had survived.
"How do you feel about these accusations?" the girl asked, suddenly appearing in front of us.
"I already told you once," Ayumu said, referring to when she had cornered us before Madoka had arrived. "I didn't do it. Besides, what kind of idiot would try to kill someone by pushing them onto a truck parked fifty feet below?"
"The truck was only parked there today," Sinobe chimed in. "Any other day it would have been a straight shot to the pavement."
'How would he know that the truck wouldn't usually be parked there?' I thought. 'He hasn't even been here all that long.' This guy was really suspicious.
"Care to explain this exciting new development, Ayumu?" the girl asked, turning back to my brother.
"I don't have to explain anything to you," Ayumu stated coldly.
The girl then looked at me. "What about you, Ayame Narumi? Do you have anything to say?"
"What," I asked, "are you writing a book or something? I wish I could help you, but all I know is, Ayumu didn't do this." I gestured to where the girl had lain only minutes before.
I glanced at Ayumu. He had a strange look on his face; one I was very familiar with. Ayumu just found something interesting. I followed his gaze. It was resting intently on one of Sinobe's hands. There, on his thumb and forefinger, was a small stream of blood.
'How did that get there?' I thought.
"But you look like you have something to say," the brunette persisted, pulling me out of my thoughts.
"Yeah," Ayumu replied, scratching his cheek, "who are you anyway?"
The girl looked offended. "I am a sophomore at the Tsukiyomi Academy. 3.9 GPA and head of the school newspaper. Hiyono Yuizaki!"
"Enough, young lady!" Madoka's stern voice cut her off. "It's my job to question the suspects and witnesses here; not yours." Madoka's eyes landed on Ayumu and I.
'Uh-oh,' I thought, 'we're in trouble.'