Clare sat there on her knees, hunched over KC's dead body and cried loudly. Everyone stood where they were, not moving an inch and barely breathing, as they listened to Clare's loud sobs.
Eli finally managed to find himself and ran to Clare's side. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and she sobbed violently into his chest. He held her there tightly. If someone hadn't just died, then maybe she'd be enjoying this moment with Eli.
"Did anyone notice KC had lemonade?" Alli finally spoke after a moment longer. Everyone-even Clare-looked at her confused and Alli pointed to KC's glass.
"His food's been eaten too," Drew added. Alli shot a menacing glance at Drew that he didn't see. She didn't need his help damnit.
"Maybe it was the food and drink that killed him," Adam suggested. Alli shot another look at him. Couldn't she have this to herself? Damn.
Adam touched a white spot on what was left of KC's steak and brought it to his nose. "Doesn't smell like salt," he informed everyone. "Smells like….baking soda."
"Baking soda?" Bianca repeated wide eyed. "That explains the lemonade."
All eyes looked to Bianca. What did she say? Was she…was she trying to be…smart? "What?" Bianca questioned. "It's like that science experiment with the baking soda and vinegar. Only there's lemonade instead of vinegar." She pointed at KC's steak. "By the looks of it, it's really strong baking soda. And since it tastes like salt, KC wouldn't have known except for the fact that the baking soda made the steak a little dry. The lemonade must not have touched the baking soda until it reached his stomach. Whoever's doing all this must be really smart."
Everyone was in awe. Smarter words had never been uttered from Bianca's mouth. Shit just got real.
"I gotta get outta here!" Fiona exclaimed. "You guys can stand around talking about how that kid just died but I'm leaving." She grabbed her bag and ran through the now open cafeteria doors. (No one knew when they had been opened; no one cared.) Everyone else just…froze for a moment in the cafeteria. They were nothing more than shells.
"No!" Fiona shrieked. Loud banging followed her shrieking. Everyone unfroze and ran as fast as they could to Fiona who had her hands on the glass doors of the school's entrance. The next thing they saw were the big, grey chains around the locks of the door.
"We're locked in?" Alli cried. She ran to the door and started beating on it. "No, no, no!" Thinking fast, she took off one of her high-heeled shoes. Realizing what Alli was about to do, Fiona backed away to give her some room. Then, Alli drew her arm back to gain momentum and launched the heel of the shoe at the glass of the door.
Nothing happened. Well, that's a lie. The glass wobbled, but there wasn't a scratch or break or dent anywhere in it. "It's no use," Clare informed the group with a sniffle. The other six guests looked at her in suspicion, shock, and wonder.
"Simpson had the windows laminated or something so the school couldn't be broken into," she told them. Adam walked passed her to the door, put his back to it, and slid down to the floor. He snatched his hat from his head and threw it across the room with a loud, angry scream. "We're fucked!" he screamed. He hugged his knees and buried his face in them.
"There's got to be some other way out," Drew declared. "That's just it, Drew!" Clare shouted at him. "There is no way out. What sense would it make for the killer to give us a chance to escape. We're all gonna die in here!"
She walked away from Eli and sat by Adam, pulling at her hair and trying not to cry. As soon as she sat down, she bumped the door behind her which retaliated and moved Adam.
His body slid slowly at first to the right, then fell fast the rest of the way with a thump. Clare was the first to really see his pale skin, his red marble eyes, his ghost-white lips. She screamed as loud as she could and frantically crawled away from Adam's lifeless body.
A/N: I got reviews and alerts and subscriptions from you guys and it made me smile. But I got one that asked if I stole my store from "A Night to Die For." If you want to get technical about it, the person that wrote that story stole the concept from Agatha Christie or someone else seeing is how the "Ten Little Indians" poem is in there. But anyway, I did not steal my story from xa-thousand-milesx. For anyone who thinks I did, I suggest you read everything in my story; you'll see that I have a different poem, different deaths. Blah, blah, blah. Any who, thank you for those of you who are reading, subscribing, and reviewing my story. I can't tell you who lives in the end cause that would ruin the story a little. But thanks for commenting and stuff.
