Justin's POV

We were forced to stay inside. After discovering Rowan's body, all burnt and brown, being outside was two dangerous. Gwen's mother was trying to reassure a hysterical Mrs. Blackwood that everything will be ok. Benjamin was talking to Jewel, Maria and Devon with Lester and Gwen. Jenna came back from the bathroom and sat next to Maria, fiddling with her fingers. This is the first time I have nothing to say. I sit next to the window, looking at the darkening sky and gray clouds promising rain.

My best friend. Murdered.          

It was so strange seeing his dead, limp body when only hours ago he was standing and talking about who the murdered would be. Now I'm positive it was one of my classmates. Rowan's notebook was also burned along with his body. He wrote everything of everyone in there. Every time I asked to see it, he would refuse saying he shouldn't share other people's private things. And yet, he researched to find them

I roll my eyes at the thought, turning to look at the class.

Can one of them really be the murderer?

"Justin, are you ok?"

I look up to see Gwen hovering over me with a concerned expression.

"I'm fine." I stand and walk to sit on the dusty carpet.

Gwen follows me but stays standing.

"No, you're not and I know what you're thinking. None of us would have murdered Rowan." She turns to point at the rest of us.

My eyes narrow at her.

"That's suspicious. How do I know you're not the murdered?"

Her eyes widen and she turns to me, hurt.

"Me?! You'd really think I would murder Patty and Rowan? I don't even have weapons!"

"Prove it," I stand and cross my arms, "Show me your backpack."

She lets out a frustrated noise, "Fine, but you're not going to find anything. I was here the whole time before we found out about the murders." She turns and walks away, glancing at Jenna for a second before turning down the hallway.

I'm tempted to follow her but I turn and sit back down. 

Just as my butt hits the floor, the lights go off.