I stood outside of the principals office with the pink detention slip- knocking lightly on the door.

"And you must be Jolie. Our newer student?" An old man with prickles of hair on his head appeared by the door, dressed in a black suit.

"Yeah." I answer, passing the note to him. He takes it into his hand and examines it.

"Come in"

I walked into the room, my eyes straight away averting to the cabinet in the far corner.

"Please- take a seat" he says, gulping down a mysterious liquid from his mug that has swirly pink writing that read 'best daddy ever'.

"Now- you're new to Beacon hills and you must not know the rules. It is my duty to bring you up to speed so that in further time you may do right upon us" he places his mug down and smiles. "So tell me- what did you do?"

I open my mouth to start but jolt up in instinct as the door flings open. An exasperated Liam standing outside the door.

"Sir! YOU have to come!!! There are kids in the bathroom!!! They're beating each other up! We need your help!"

The principal abruptly stands up, looking down to me.

" wait right here! I'll be back in ten!" And he zooms out, past Liam. Liam shuts the door slowly.

"I'll warn you when he's coming!" Liam loudly whispers. I nod, bouncing towards the file cabinet. Each drawer reading 9,10,11,12.

I pull open 11, scanning the letters.

I bite my lip as I see the letter P, I put my hand down and flick through all the files.

Jessica Pashton

Andew Peart

Hilary Peach

Veronica Parrish!

I rip the file out, slamming the file cabinet shut and returning to my seat. I stuff it into my bag and sit straighter in the seats.

Its a solid two minutes when I hear a soft knock on the door. Signalling the return of the principal. The principal opens the door and Liam scuttles away and before he is out of view he turns around and makes eye contact with me. I smile at him, giving him the thumbs up. He nods, continuing down the hall.

"So did you get that sorted?" I ask. Sir shrugs.

"I'm gonna have to go on a man hunt. Look sweetheart, you seem nice enough. I'm sure you will learn from your mistakes, so just go to detention tomorrow after school and be done. Okay?" I notice how the principal is catching his breath. he must have been sprinting here.

"Thanks" I say, before standing up straight and shooting out the door to find Liam.

I find Liam at the stands sitting on his phone- Mason no where to be seen. As I get closer he looks up.

"Did you get it?" he asks, standing up.

I nod. "Sure did. Come on, lets have a look at it." I say, sitting down. I reach into my bag and pull out the file. Giving myself a minute of victory.

Clipped onto the file is a school photo of Veronica, ribbons in her hair and a toothy grin plastered onto her barbie doll face.

I open it up slowly. Treating it like it might fall to pieces if I am too rough.

Inside is lots of little words, heaps of paragraphs. On the left is a list.

Honour Roll Student 12/07/09

Honour Roll Student 27/03/10

P.E Faculty 5/08/10

I scan the long lists of Honour Roll's and faculties. It lists awards that she had previously won. I roll my eyes. Veronica was innocent. She was nothing but a smart and pretty girl who had something bad happen o her. If anything- this file would prove her normal. Like any other girl her age.

I put the file in my bag slowly. Debating with myself on whether I should still scan it. And as it connects with my bag I hear a flutter. Liam leans over and picks up a stray piece of paper.

He begins reading it aloud.

"Veronica Parrish. Int number one." He looks to me.

"Here- you could probably make more sense of this than me"

I nod, gently taking the paper and reading through it.

VERONICA PARRISH INT. NO.1

OVERALL REPORT

On the date of the 23/02/14 Veronica Parrish was found with tattered clothes five kilometres from the crash. Showing no hints of ever being in the crash of her parents except for her appearance. When Veronica was found stranded in the woods- she appeared to be oblivious to when, where and how it had happened. She couldn't remember anything about the reason as to why she was in the woods. She reports to have ran home, only to find police already at her home, looking for her.

WRITTEN BY SHERIFF D.SHAHAFFA

I scrunch my nose up, confused.

"Is there another one of these files in the folder? I think part two could help us" I ask Liam, he skims through the folder.

"There's a part three." he hands it to me.

VERONICA PARRISH INT. NO.3

OVERALL SUMMARY

After scanning through the evidence we had- we found Veronica very stable. Even though she had shown signs of paranoia due to the incident that she had told us, she was quite strong. The DNA found on her arms was shown inactive- meaning it was a dead end. Veronica had been suspected to be part of the crash- but due to the fatality of the crash- it would have been impossible to come out of it with no bruises, no cuts and no sign of pain- except for the blood on Veronica's sleeve, which appeared to have no wound to match.

MISS.PARRISH has been relocated to live with her brother JORDAN PARRISH

WRITTEN BY SHERIFF D.SHAHAFFA

I crook my brow, tilting my head.

"We need a part two- part two could tell us a lot. It says that she had DNA of another person on her arm along with blood. Except their wasn't a wound that would cause blood. If she's supernatural- wouldn't she heal? Maybe that's why?" I say.

Liam shrugs.

"When Scott bit me- it was there for a day or so. Then I healed like it was nothing. The only thing to prove it had ever been there was the blood stains"

I nod.

"Either way, we need part two." I look to the ground. "And I know someone who would have a copy of part two."

Liam turns to me, raising an eyebrow. "Who? You can't as Ronnie. She obviously knows less than any of us."

"I know we can't ask Ronnie. But who's someone who knew the case, knew the girl, knew the incident?"

Liam looks at the report.

"The guy who wrote it all. Sheriff D. Shahaffa"

Liam nods. "So you're just going to rock up at his door and ask for a copy of part two? Thats confidential stuff you know"

I shrug. "Actually yeah...but I know someone who could do it for me."

"Who?" he asks.

"Well- my mother."