"She's what?" I was close to tears. As my eyes swell, Michael was
shocked and shaking.
"She's dead," Larry said. His voice was cracking. He was very upset. I could hear people in the hallway. All at once my senses froze. I couldn't hear, see, smell, and feel, hell I couldn't taste. I felt numb all over. No one I knew died before. I started to feel cold. Then I heard one voice.
"Sorry." It sounded hurt and sad. It sounded like Vittorio.
"Marie, the police want to talk to you," Arron said. Arron was a high school TA. He was sweet and funny.
W-w-why?" I couldn't talk to anyone at that moment. What did they expect? I just found out my teacher was dead.
Arron was speaking slowly. I think he was trying not to cry.
"Because she went out looking for you."
"Oh. OK," I could hear my heart pounding in my ears. My body was weak. At that moment, two police officers walked in my room. They turned on the li8ghts. My eyes hurt so much.
"Please. Can you turn off the light?"
"No" the first officer said rudely.
"Marie? Where were you tonight?" the second officer asked.
"I was at the museum."
"Did anybody go with you?"
"Yes."
"Who?"
"Um...um...Mike, Josh, and Patty." As I was talking, the officers were looking around the room. I couldn't see them, but I knew they were. The damn light was blinding.
"Are they here, the first officer asked.
"I-I think so."
"Why are you stuttering?" "I-I don't know." "Hmm..." this officer was an asshole. "She stutter when she is nervous or frighten." Arron stepped in. "Why is she nervous?" asked the asshole raising his voice. Arron's eyes widen with shock. He may have been sweet and funny, but he never stood by and let someone speak to him like that. "Because she has to talk to a rude hijo de puta, bendajo." The officers were surprised. They never thought he would say something like that. "Sirs, will you please leave?" he then said. "Yes, señor," the second officer spoke. They left as soon as they could get through the door. Arron turned off the light and left. I didn't know what happened to Larry. I didn't know what happened to Mrs. Powell. I wanted to sleep, to cry, and to run. I was scared. I stayed up until the sun rose above the horizon. It was so beautiful. I think Spain is the most exquisite at dawn. I shed tears for the beauty and for death that morning. I stayed at the window till light touched everything.
"She's dead," Larry said. His voice was cracking. He was very upset. I could hear people in the hallway. All at once my senses froze. I couldn't hear, see, smell, and feel, hell I couldn't taste. I felt numb all over. No one I knew died before. I started to feel cold. Then I heard one voice.
"Sorry." It sounded hurt and sad. It sounded like Vittorio.
"Marie, the police want to talk to you," Arron said. Arron was a high school TA. He was sweet and funny.
W-w-why?" I couldn't talk to anyone at that moment. What did they expect? I just found out my teacher was dead.
Arron was speaking slowly. I think he was trying not to cry.
"Because she went out looking for you."
"Oh. OK," I could hear my heart pounding in my ears. My body was weak. At that moment, two police officers walked in my room. They turned on the li8ghts. My eyes hurt so much.
"Please. Can you turn off the light?"
"No" the first officer said rudely.
"Marie? Where were you tonight?" the second officer asked.
"I was at the museum."
"Did anybody go with you?"
"Yes."
"Who?"
"Um...um...Mike, Josh, and Patty." As I was talking, the officers were looking around the room. I couldn't see them, but I knew they were. The damn light was blinding.
"Are they here, the first officer asked.
"I-I think so."
"Why are you stuttering?" "I-I don't know." "Hmm..." this officer was an asshole. "She stutter when she is nervous or frighten." Arron stepped in. "Why is she nervous?" asked the asshole raising his voice. Arron's eyes widen with shock. He may have been sweet and funny, but he never stood by and let someone speak to him like that. "Because she has to talk to a rude hijo de puta, bendajo." The officers were surprised. They never thought he would say something like that. "Sirs, will you please leave?" he then said. "Yes, señor," the second officer spoke. They left as soon as they could get through the door. Arron turned off the light and left. I didn't know what happened to Larry. I didn't know what happened to Mrs. Powell. I wanted to sleep, to cry, and to run. I was scared. I stayed up until the sun rose above the horizon. It was so beautiful. I think Spain is the most exquisite at dawn. I shed tears for the beauty and for death that morning. I stayed at the window till light touched everything.