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Maggie's POV:
"Hey fish girl! Gonna swim home to your pod?"
"It's called a family you idiot! It's no surprise why you don't have one!" I knew it was harsh, but saying that was the only way I could get that jerk, Andrew off my shoulders.
Andrew was the school bully, and felt that since his parents put him up for adoption when he was born, he should make everyone pay.
I noticed the silence as I continued my walk home from school. I was always surprised at how easy it was for me to burn somebody with a good comeback. It must be a superpower of mine, I thought, as I crossed the footbridge leading to the harbor. My feet made soft thumping sounds on the old wood with every step.
I've walked across this bridge thousands of times, but not once have I been to that island, I said to myself, as I looked across the waters of the harbor to where a small tropical island sat. I knew the place was named Dusky Island after the dolphins that live in its waters, but I didn't know much more about it than that.
Since my father died during a fishing trip near the island's shores, my mother hasn't let me go near it. She always says it's "cursed" or "haunted" from all the souls of the people who've died on it. I don't think she's taken into consideration that plenty more people have died here in Milton, New Zealand than on that measly island.
A loud bang disrupted my thoughts as I strolled past a small sailboat moored to a dock. The boat suddenly dipped to the starboard side and the sail fell from the mast. "Easy does it boys!" A masculine voice called out. I saw a man step out from the cabin of the sailboat and shout towards the dock next to him. "We nearly sunk 'er!"
The man must've saw me staring and gave a slight smile and a wave. I waved back just to be polite, and quickened my pace.
A few minutes later, the familiar white houseboat came into sight. I jumped across the small gap between the dock and the boat, and used the key in my hand to unlock the door. I stepped inside to the hostility of darkness.
"Mom! I'm home!" I called as I flipped on the lights. I gasped as I saw the gruesome sight in front of me. There, my mother, the only family I had almost ever known, was laying with a knife in her back, facedown in a pool of her own blood.
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"Hello. I'm Amy Chaffer from news 20. This just in. A woman by the name of Susan Levinson was found dead this afternoon.
Her sixteen-year-old daughter, Margaret found the body inside her house with fourteen stab wounds to the back. The cause of death is estimated to be blood loss.
Police are at the scene now investigating the homicide. The suspect has not yet been identified, although video footage of an armed burglar breaking into the Levinson house has been found on a nearby surveillance camera."
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The policeman pressed a button on the remote he was holding, and the TV turned off. "Now tell me," he said, spinning in his chair so that he could now look me in the eye. "What did you see when you walked into the house?"
I squirmed slightly in the padded chair I was sitting in. "Well... Um... I turned the lights on and I saw my mom. She had a knife in her back and was laying in her blood."
"Did you see any signs of a break-in?" He asked. "Signs like broken possessions, missing items, excetera?"
"I...I didn't...I..." The tears began to flood my eyes as the officer questioned me. Why did I have to talk about this? Couldn't he see I was upset?
"It's okay," the policeman said, placing a hand on my arm reassuringly. "I know how hard it is for you to talk about this, but if you give us enough information, we can catch the person who killed your mum."
I nodded slowly, still looking down at my hands folded in my lap. "I didn't look around after I saw the body. I only focused on the murder."
The cop scribbled something down onto a small pad of paper. "Was there anybody around the houseboat when you walked in? Like, anybody suspicious?"
I shook my head. "I was the only one." Then I remembered the man inside the sailboat. "Wait, there was another person. A man, maybe about 50. He had gray hair and a short beard, with a sailor's accent."
"And what was he doing when you saw him?"
"While I was walking home from school, I heard a bang, like a firecracker, and I looked over and saw him in the cabin of a sailboat. He was shouting something, but I couldn't make out what it was."
The policeman nodded. "Okay. Thank you Margaret. Is it okay if I call you Maggie?" I nodded in response. "Okay. Now, Maggie, tell me, do you have any family members I could contact who could take you in?"
"No sir. My mum was my only family that I knew of."
"Well okay then. Hold on one second." The cop pressed a button on his intercom and spoke to the person on the receiving end of the call. "I'll be right back," he said as he walked out of the room and shut the door behind him.
A few moments later, a kind-looking lady walked into the room sporting an oversized smile that looked as if it were too big for her face. She had wavy brown hair and forest-green eyes to match the black blouse and khakis she wore. "Hi!" She said in a cheery voice. "I'm Ms. Crayson and I'll be your new social worker!"
I simply rolled my eyes and turned my chair around so that my back faced the social worker. "The last thing I need is a social worker," I muttered under my breath angrily. "The last thing I needed is some overly-excited woman to try to befriend me, then probe my head for secrets."
The woman looked surprised for a second, then smiled and gave a little laugh. "We'll see about that."
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Maggie's POV:
"Hey fish girl! Gonna swim home to your pod?"
"It's called a family you idiot! It's no surprise why you don't have one!" I knew it was harsh, but saying that was the only way I could get that jerk, Andrew off my shoulders.
Andrew was the school bully, and felt that since his parents put him up for adoption when he was born, he should make everyone pay.
I noticed the silence as I continued my walk home from school. I was always surprised at how easy it was for me to burn somebody with a good comeback. It must be a superpower of mine, I thought, as I crossed the footbridge leading to the harbor. My feet made soft thumping sounds on the old wood with every step.
I've walked across this bridge thousands of times, but not once have I been to that island, I said to myself, as I looked across the waters of the harbor to where a small tropical island sat. I knew the place was named Dusky Island after the dolphins that live in its waters, but I didn't know much more about it than that.
Since my father died during a fishing trip near the island's shores, my mother hasn't let me go near it. She always says it's "cursed" or "haunted" from all the souls of the people who've died on it. I don't think she's taken into consideration that plenty more people have died here in Milton, New Zealand than on that measly island.
A loud bang disrupted my thoughts as I strolled past a small sailboat moored to a dock. The boat suddenly dipped to the starboard side and the sail fell from the mast. "Easy does it boys!" A masculine voice called out. I saw a man step out from the cabin of the sailboat and shout towards the dock next to him. "We nearly sunk 'er!"
The man must've saw me staring and gave a slight smile and a wave. I waved back just to be polite, and quickened my pace.
A few minutes later, the familiar white houseboat came into sight. I jumped across the small gap between the dock and the boat, and used the key in my hand to unlock the door. I stepped inside to the hostility of darkness.
"Mom! I'm home!" I called as I flipped on the lights. I gasped as I saw the gruesome sight in front of me. There, my mother, the only family I had almost ever known, was laying with a knife in her back, facedown in a pool of her own blood.
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"Hello. I'm Amy Chaffer from news 20. This just in. A woman by the name of Susan Levinson was found dead this afternoon.
Her sixteen-year-old daughter, Margaret found the body inside her house with fourteen stab wounds to the back. The cause of death is estimated to be blood loss.
Police are at the scene now investigating the homicide. The suspect has not yet been identified, although video footage of an armed burglar breaking into the Levinson house has been found on a nearby surveillance camera."
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The policeman pressed a button on the remote he was holding, and the TV turned off. "Now tell me," he said, spinning in his chair so that he could now look me in the eye. "What did you see when you walked into the house?"
I squirmed slightly in the padded chair I was sitting in. "Well... Um... I turned the lights on and I saw my mom. She had a knife in her back and was laying in her blood."
"Did you see any signs of a break-in?" He asked. "Signs like broken possessions, missing items, excetera?"
"I...I didn't...I..." The tears began to flood my eyes as the officer questioned me. Why did I have to talk about this? Couldn't he see I was upset?
"It's okay," the policeman said, placing a hand on my arm reassuringly. "I know how hard it is for you to talk about this, but if you give us enough information, we can catch the person who killed your mum."
I nodded slowly, still looking down at my hands folded in my lap. "I didn't look around after I saw the body. I only focused on the murder."
The cop scribbled something down onto a small pad of paper. "Was there anybody around the houseboat when you walked in? Like, anybody suspicious?"
I shook my head. "I was the only one." Then I remembered the man inside the sailboat. "Wait, there was another person. A man, maybe about 50. He had gray hair and a short beard, with a sailor's accent."
"And what was he doing when you saw him?"
"While I was walking home from school, I heard a bang, like a firecracker, and I looked over and saw him in the cabin of a sailboat. He was shouting something, but I couldn't make out what it was."
The policeman nodded. "Okay. Thank you Margaret. Is it okay if I call you Maggie?" I nodded in response. "Okay. Now, Maggie, tell me, do you have any family members I could contact who could take you in?"
"No sir. My mum was my only family that I knew of."
"Well okay then. Hold on one second." The cop pressed a button on his intercom and spoke to the person on the receiving end of the call. "I'll be right back," he said as he walked out of the room and shut the door behind him.
A few moments later, a kind-looking lady walked into the room sporting an oversized smile that looked as if it were too big for her face. She had wavy brown hair and forest-green eyes to match the black blouse and khakis she wore. "Hi!" She said in a cheery voice. "I'm Ms. Crayson and I'll be your new social worker!"
I simply rolled my eyes and turned my chair around so that my back faced the social worker. "The last thing I need is a social worker," I muttered under my breath angrily. "The last thing I needed is some overly-excited woman to try to befriend me, then probe my head for secrets."
The woman looked surprised for a second, then smiled and gave a little laugh. "We'll see about that."
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