Undercover

Let's end this

I let my nose escort me to the kitchen where the food is all prepared, but the chef isn't anywhere in sight. I sit down and wait patiently for the others to appear. Soon enough, they each came to take advantage of this banquet. I started to consume the food, but before I attempted to take a sip of the orange juice, I had speculated that it looked a bit tinted than usual. I yell out to the others, "Do not drink the beverage! " I was too late. Micheal had drunk the whole glass and passed out. Fear fills our body, as Micheal goes from breathing to going unconscious. I stand up and take away everyone's glass and pour it out. Who made this?

Sarah looks at zayne, and Zayne looks at me. It was Sarah. I taught her how to cook, and she told me she would try it out today. she also washed dishes today." Sarah looks shocked as if she knew nothing about it. "I woke up late, and I changed my mind. I did not make this meal!" Micheal startles us as he exhales loudly. He starts coughing. I help him to his feet and zayne rushes to give him a cup of water. I forget about the commotion earlier and try to help Micheal get better. A few hours go by, and it is suspiciously silent. Sarah enters my room with a smile plastered on her face and asks me if I wanted to talk to her about something. As she was talking, I observed her behavior and body language, but she wasn't herself. She seemed more confident. She was rambling on about how she knew Zayne was a murderer. Sarah thought that he was mad about his girlfriend leaving him.

I did not think much of it since Zayne did not talk much about their relationship together.``I thought he was trying to forget about that and move on?" She looks at the floor before she asks," well, who do you think it is then?" I had to think for a bit before responding. I could not trust anyone with my opinion or even my facts. "I do not know. It could be anyone." I walked down the hallway and to Micheals's room to see how he was doing. When I arrived in the room, he seemed like he was getting better. He was reading a book and drinking water from a glass. He notices me entering his room. It was a grey and red room filled with paintings from various artists, and just like mine, there was the television straight across from the bed. I see you are getting better."

I say as I sit at the foot of his bed. He smiles," thank you Rebbeca, I feel a lot better. Did you find out who tampered with my drink? Why me in particular? I'm innocent'' No, I haven't found out who has done it yet. I say as I look away from him. I feel ashamed as a detective. I can not find who the murderer is. Everyone seems very innocent or a bit off, but they have something to back them up. And if I leave them alone, they will kill each other. Michael places his hand on top of mine." it's okay, you will find them soon. At least everyone knows you are innocent." he says to assure me. I smile.