"April, do you think no one will know about it?" Kesha once told with a smirk flustered on her small face. But I ignored what she said because I know what's the truth. Kesha is my classmate who always asks for answers. Like, in class, on tests, on quizzes, or even in a particular performance. She always seeks for my ideas never thank me, when she got the highest scores in the class. She always brags to everyone about it, that she is the smartest. She always ranks third in class.

I closed my eyes and slide my bare hands into the pocket of my jacket, as I feel the cold breeze on my whole body. I remembered the day, his last day. We argued Kesha's doings. He wants to stop me from supporting her. But I'm against it 'cause when a person is happy it's okay with me even though it's illegal. I shouted and cursed him and he wanted me to stop it or my rank will slow down any moment from now. Because of anger, I pushed him and--

My cellphone rang so I quickly opened my eyes. I slipped my hands on the side of my jeans where I put the cellphone. Then, I read the caller with my eyes. I slide my finger on the screen to decline. 

The next morning, a photo spread out on the whole campus, in the photo our top 1 in the whole school and I. The scenario there is when I pushed him. Based on the angle of the camera I am sure it is on the CCTV taken. They whispered opinions regarding the photo and I am very much sure that they suspect me. I take a nap because I don't want to hear them. They didn't even know what's the story but here they are making a novel about my life. I'm not that kind of girl.

Someone pushed my chair so my body fell on the floor and my head seems spinning. I feel dizzy. I creased my forehead together with my body up but I couldn't lift myself. My vision is a blur too. I murmured curses because I am so weak and this isn't me. This is my first time and I hate it. I tried to stand up again but someone kicks my tummy so that my body slammed on the floor once again and it badly hurts. Then I blackout.

"April, please stop it! Your life will be in danger if you will continue it." Wyte said with full of authority, unfortunately, I am not afraid of it. The wind felt so nice even though it is cloudy. He reached for my hand but I stepped myself backward the anger in his eyes changed into a cold one. When he's like that you wouldn't know how he felt and I am afraid of it.

"You will be in danger if you do. If he'll found out do you think nothing will happen?" He said with widened eyes.

"Wyte, I do not care!" I slammed my hands on the table beside me, there are many tables and chairs here that are useless. People often throw things here.

"Why? April, why are you so kind? Be selfish this time please!" Wyte said coldly.

I shook my head and started to walk away when he held my right hand which made me stop. I can hear sobbing right now and my heart aches a little, to be honest, this isn't me. I shouldn't have felt this way. I am not weak.

"I don't want to lose you, April," he hardly said while sobbing.

A tear fell on my right eye and it stream down my cheek. 

"Is she okay nurse? Her blood pressure is rising!" Someone concernedly asked which makes my soul awakened. As I opened my eyes familiar faces greeted me and one unfamiliar woman wearing a tuxedo. The school nurse approaches me immediately to check my blood pressure. My classmates, well, five of them are here and only watching with cold eyes. I know they didn't like me.

"She's okay, ma'am Marion," the school nurse answered, "April, you need to eat lunch now because you didn't eat for two days and that is extremely disturbing. Why is that?"

I saw the girl's eyes filled with curiosity, she was behind the school nurse and beside my classmates. Who is she and why are her eyes telling me that she's concerned about my health?

I didn't answer and the school nurse continued to speak.

"Make sure to eat at the right time and don't stress yourself that much. If you have problems talk to your parents and do not affect your health." Her voice was so sweet that you can tell she was a good person.

The school nurse went out after bid a goodbye followed by my five classmates. The woman came forward and smiled. She introduced herself. She's a prosecutor investigating Wyte's case from two years ago until now.

"I approached you because my team and I saw the picture taken from the rooftop. You two seem in a quarrel, can you tell me honestly why did you do that and what happened that day?" Her voice was calm and I was almost carried away by it.

"I forgot about it," I lied.

"I know you didn't because--"

My forehead creased and smirk said, "why are you so eager to find out about it? It's two years ago. That case was close!"

"It was stopped because a prosecutor assigned with that retired. And I am tasked to do that again. Now please tell me the answer," she firmly said and I can't stop rolling my eyeballs.

"Ah you are a prosecutor, you want to punish people. That's nice, huh? Is it nice to punish people that much or you're doing this because you want to get promoted? Or maybe cause you fame and money?" I sarcastically asked. I am a very very rude person and I can't understand Wyte when he told me he can't lose me.

"I interviewed two of your classmate who volunteered and they said the same. They suspected you because of your rank and the photo. They assumed you killed him to be on the top 1." She explained without even caring for what I said, I know it hurts her ego.

"Are you sure you will keep silent? I can indict you for murder and assault."

"Yeah sure but make sure I don't falsely accuse." I quickly said tiredly.

The prosecutor takes a deep breath.

"Maybe you're the killer that's why you didn't want to talk about it?"

"I don't want to remember him anymore," I whispered. It's the truth. When I remembered him it reminds me of his kind heart which guilts me. It's my fault why he died. He met me, friended me, and fall for my attitude. He doesn't deserve to die.

He's living peacefully and when I came to this school I was very rude back then. I don't know what's the reason why he friended me. Maybe because he's so kind and felt pity for me. 

Two days later she sent me to the detention room in the prison. The rumors are like a wildfire, more people now believed it was all my doings. I should rot in hell, that's what they always shouted. The prosecutor carried more shreds of evidence that my classmates made. They said I don't like Wyte that's why I killed him. I want to be in the top 1, not the top 2. This issue is covered with false statements and investigators are all stupid. Maybe this is the time I will tell the truth, after all, Wyte will be in peace.

I am in the investigation room. My lawyer and two women prosecutors are in my front. They are firmly sitting. The room is so quiet and there's a rectangular-shaped mirror pinned on the wall. They took a deep breath and started to talk. Ma'am Marion stared directly at me while her fellow prosecutor handed her a pile of papers. Maybe that's the evidence of my false crime, thinking about it makes me laugh.

"September 18, 2017, you two fought with Wyte Ramirez. We didn't yet know what is the real reason but my investigator says it was about Kesha Lacno your sister. You were so outraged and pushed him making him stumble on the ground. What--"

"Can I tell you the whole story?" I cut her off.

The two of them and my lawyer stopped.

"A-are you sure? Well, that's nice!" she surprisingly said. 

I nodded and began speaking.

"When I entered the university I have a half-sister. I saved her from the wrath of my stepfather. I gave her shelter, food, clothes, and all things she wanted. I studied normally and met a guy friend who is very smart, caring, sweet, and kind. He is Wyte Ramirez. We became best friends even though I am like a witch that doesn't afraid of any and likes to live in a negative. When the ranking came out for Midterm he ranks on top one, me on second and my half sis is in the top twenty. She's jealous that's why she asks for any answers. Even in performances. It's okay with me because that makes her happy. On the next ranking she ranks third while I'm still on my spot, on the other hand, Wyte is an innocent guy. He's so kind, her mother gave him vitamins to focus on his studies, his dad always brags to everyone about how smart his son so Wyte drank plenty of them. He's sleepy in the daytime but awake at nighttime. I am so concerned about him and even studied what he takes. I ask him but he only answered vitamins. When we also play outside the room he seems like a zombie or a person who daydreams. I ask him when he recovers then he said he sees something in his vision. I continued studying for it and I cried because he's just young and taking drugs. I take one of them to know how it works and the pity I felt towards him mixed with anger. So when he told me to stop supporting Kesha, I cursed him. After that, I left him. His motive is that when Kesha will be famous, my stepfather will know her and again abused her. The next day he was announced dead. I forced myself to forget him because it was all my fault. I am guilty. But the whole truth is that he died because he hallucinated. He frequently did it. But that was just my opinion."

I said all of this without blinking.

The prosecutor take a deep breath and nodded.

"So it was true from the autopsy that he took a suicide. I'm glad to hear the truth, April Lacno. We also find three different drugs he took. Adderall, Vyvnse and Dexedrine. All these drugs help u focus on your studies. I wish you a happy senior high school.

So my life has ended here. I wish him a healthy lifestyle.

THE END

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