Among Us Are The Oddest I

>>Miss Smith, can you please narrate your day on the day of the massacre? Where were you, and how did Charlotte end up alone in school?<< 

Sir Jones and his accomplice, Detective White Glass, who sat before me, Eva, cross-examined me seconds after I sat on the plastic blue chair in the dark room with a functioning light bulb.

>>With all due respect, Sir, as akin to my previous interrogations, I think you have heard all that you need to hear<< I retorted back, knowing that I was the prime suspect here. 

>>I heard she was your best friend, and you two never went separate ways. Am I right, Miss Smith?<< Detective White Glass uttered, holding his glass of water up high. 

>>Like I initially stated, I have no hands in this murder. I understand that I was the last person to sight her before she was massacred, but the murderer could be out there assembling him or herself for their second strike. So, please! Can you discharge me now?<< 

With much courage, I verbalized what was on my mind. Sir Jones and his detective friend debated and endorsed my continual stay with the other Reds, much to my expectations. Everyone in this silly lockdown deems me as some murderer who was envious of his friend. As if! Closing the door behind me, I padded to the wooden door, unlocked it, and invited the next person in. It was Mrs Grant from the Minis. There were rumors that she had some unsolved issues with Charlotte regarding school grades. Likewise, with other teachers, she also credits me for my innocence, for which I am wholeheartedly grateful. We exchanged short pleasantries and went out on our varied routes. I marched through the busy hall, and not long after, I perceived the decreasing value of the students after every footstep. Habitually, this hallway on the third floor was occupied by the notorious pupils. It was gloomy here, and I marginally crossed paths with a student. As I hiked to the middle of the hallway, the ticking of oozing water alarmed me. >>Tick, tick, tick<< The school of Davidson has the best interior design. Millions of dollars had been invested in this prestigious building, so water leaking from nowhere was not just a routine. Confirming no company circa the creepy corridor, I traced the oozing water into the vents, which hinted further at the origin of the leakage, and was immediately sure about the uncertainty. I could sniff something fishy but was unsure of the cradle of it. At this junction, my curiosity had more authority over my mind, aspiring me further and further into the darkness of the vent. 

>>ARG!<< I shrieked as some unknown force pulled me into a tunnel where water sailed immovably. I cleansed the black soil from my elbows and knees and tagged along with the tranquil fairy river. It leads to this beaming violet light. 

>>What in the world!<<