Here we go...

        I observe the crime scene and everyone's reaction. I watch Sarah closely. She is messing with her hair and wouldn't take her eyes off of the corpse. Zayne looks terrified he is looking at the ceiling with his hands on his head and pacing back and forth. I look for Micheal, but he is nowhere to be seen. "where is Micheal?" I ask Sarah. she shrugs. "I was in the shower," Micheal says as he comes walking down the stairs. He gets a glimpse at the body. "what did you guys do to him?" he asks with curiosity. " we do not know what happened to him. It could be an accident!" Sarah says with tears in her eyes. We all looked at her. I get a suspicion something happened here, but Sarah is holding something back from us. "Did he try to hurt her? did she get the wrong idea? is she the murderer..?" I wonder to myself. After a while of grieving, we carry Mark's body to the back door of the mansion. I ask Sarah to meet me in the bathroom to ask her a few questions. What happened exactly? "I am innocent, he was coming at me, and then I screamed and ran away" I wanted to believe her, but why didn't she tell anyone what was going on?I thought to myself. " so you just ran.. did he chase you?" I ask curiously." he was coming at me creepily, so I screamed and ran away. I did not see if he was chasing me. After I got to my door, I turned around, and Zayne was going down the stairs, so I followed, and we both saw Mark on the floor. After questioning Zayne, Sarah has a solid alibi. I feel like I'm getting nowhere with this. I take note of her statement. I walk out of the bathroom with Sarah.

                Micheal stares me down as we exit. " Micheal, do you have a question?" I ask as I walk up to him. You were nowhere near mark's death, and now that I think about it. I did not hear a shower run. He swallows a bit before he says, "who are you to tell me anything like some detective." I jolt back a bit. He smirks," so you're the detective" By this time, everyone is in the hallway." is he right? are you the detective? do you know why we are here?" Sarah and zayne ask.I knew I was not a good liar, so I told the truth. "Yes, I am. So you can trust me." I say as I stare back at Micheal, who now looks a bit nervous. The room is quiet for a bit. "I am going to make dinner for us. zayne says as he walks down the stairs. " I'll help!" Sarah says as she follows him. I walk to my room, leaving Micheal in the hallway. I look at my notes. "Who could it be? Micheal is cranky, Sarah seems friendly, but I do not know much about Zayne." After a while, dinner is ready. I meet Micheal and Zayne at the table while Sarah is making drinks. I took the opportunity to get to know Michael and Zayne better since I did not know them well. We all talked about what type of life we hope to build for ourselves and what success meant to us. Micheal was intelligent when it came to puzzle games, and he loved to play sports, especially basketball and tennis. He also loves to read romance and comedy novels. 

                Zayne was relatively engaged in every conversation. Zayne played sports as well, and he had a girlfriend who left him because he was off to college soon, but he suspected her of cheating with his best friend because they were all pretty close, but they were closer.He did not like talking about her or their relationship because they ended on bad terms. He loved his job at the supermarket because he gets to take his mind off of some things. After that, Sarah finished setting up the table and making the drinks. We sat down and continued our conversation while enjoying the food. " You really can cook, Zayne," I say. he smiles and continues eating. After dinner we watched a movie.It was a scary one, which is not Sarah's kind of taste. We all joke around about the characters in the movie. Deep down inside i was terrified myself not only are we watching a scary movie but it feels like we are in one ourselves. we were all getting close together and getting to know each other. A little too close. It is getting harder to fall asleep at night knowing I'm in a house with an assassin, and they don't mind murdering innocent people. They can also blend in to be innocent well.They have to have some kind of skill being able to get close to someone and then backstab them when they see an opportunity. I frequently maintain a guard on the door wishing that I will not be the next life they take away from this earth. At sunrise, I wake up to the scent of breakfast in the air.