Truyen is stealing this so imma just hope it's copying all of this (as in they copy it all and then paste it) and say: IT IS A PLAGIARIZING WEBSITE. FIND @AShizTonOfShip on WATTPAD not TRUYEN.

We were escorted away by firefighters. One of them had russet hair and soft green eyes. By that I don't mean gentle; they just weren't bright or neon, but shadowed with something that spoke of sleepless nights and long shifts.

Their lips were pursed as they grabbed me by the arm and threw me into the truck to be interrogated. Moon and Peril were thrust in with me. Peril paced angrily around, fiery hair sticking to her sweaty forehead. Her blue eyes blazed. Moon collapsed onto a length of rope, coiled loosely in the corner of the cramped space. I heard the sirens blaring outside, and wondered if Lynx was okay. I sat cross-legged on the floor, resting my elbows on my knees and dropping my head into my hands. I blew out a breath I didn't know I was holding. Sora was in the police car, with Clay, Kinkajou, and Tamarin, who I guessed didn't need the ambulance. Icicle was in another with Lynx. They were going to be interrogated. Like we would be, soon. The vehicle jolted into action, rusted gears groaning to life as it slowly started up. I was lulled by the rhythmic rumble of the engine, and my eyelids drooped. Peril swatted my shoulder, and I lurched up. Her wild eyes were brighter than the sun, and I squinted theatrically at her. Moon shuffled slightly out of the way, as though if there was a fight, she wouldn't be blamed for any injuries, or lose a precious friend. I noticed she tended to do that a lot; back out of fights; nervously pressing her back to a wall, eyes cast down like she did something wrong.

"What?" I snapped at Peril. Her nostrils flared.
"Get up."

"Why?" I challenged.

"Cuz. It's seriously pi—" she was cut off by a loud screech. The truck jolted forward, and Moon careened off the rope. Her head nearly smacked the wall, but I flung my arms around her shoulders and yanked back. She let out a choked gasp, and I quickly pulled her to my chest, relaxing my tight grip. Her whole body shook from her near-fall. If I hadn't caught her, who knows...Peril raised her eye; I was still holding Moon. Remembrance of Kinkajou's teasing question was back, crashing loudly around my skull. I hastily backed up and set her against the wall. She hugged herself, shoulders curved inward, neck stretched down so that her chin touched the middle of her chest, eyes wide. She swallowed hard. I tried my best to ignore Peril's watchful gaze, sidling away from the scared girl in the hopes of pronouncing the fact that I did not like her.
But why'd you save her? I thought angrily.
Because, the other side of my brain explained sassily. If you let go she would have gotten a concussion.
Why do I care?
It would be more work. And you would never admit it but you actually like her a little b—I slammed that side shut and straightened. The next few minutes passed by in a blur. We were dragged out of the back and forced into a building. I only had a second to glance at it. A police station. Up the stairs. Into the hallway. Down onto the bench. Waiting. Waiting. I don't know how much time passed when we were called into the room.
"So." The policewoman laced her fingers together. "Will any of you tell me what's going on?" Peril cast her eyes to the side, lips visibly pressed together, pale with strain. Icicle snarled on in the next room over. Moon finally spoke. I gave her a surprised look, and she jutted out her chin.

"There was a party,"

"Whose?"

"Kinkajou's." The woman raised her eye skeptically.

"Who's that? What kind of parent names their kid—"

"A friend of hers!" Peril snapped, clearly annoyed about the woman's rant.

"Okay. That's a start." She glared pointedly at Peril. "You explain."

"There was a fire. An explosion. At the party."

She—the policewoman—hissed, pinching the bridge of her long nose. Then she looked to me.
"How about you? Got any descriptive skills?"

Her voice was dry. So I told her. About the party, the closet, Tamarin, Bigtail, and Carnelian, about my head, and the dancing circle, about the beach, and Kinkajou.

I would never admit she was my friend. But because she was, I stressed the happy details about her: the cupcakes and welcoming, the early start, her concern and surprise, how her best friend was hurt, how she helped us all, and even the little of her background which I knew.

The sheriff seemed to be impressed that I was talking. But she still didn't seem to trust the last bit about Sora, though I declared, apparently alongside Clay, who was being pried for information in the next room over, that she would never.

Tears had sprung to her eyes, which I later saw red, at the mention of some sibling she had. I quickly connected the fact that, underneath her shy surface, was a tier of revenge. Of sorrow and hate, a promise for vengeance. I picked up from the snags of words to my left that told me Crane—the name of her late sister—had been kidnapped. A day later, her bloodied corpse had been found, along side a few others from Clay's neighborhood. Grief-stricken, she had become a shell of herself; a ghost. So there was some possibility she was attempting something, but the idea of her being nearly smart enough, or cold, seemed impossible, unreachable.

"So no." I shook my head, wondering why I cared if she was arrested. I knew, somehow, that Qibli would joke,
Because you're human and then I would shove him, saying that would never happen. "She would absolutely, never ever do something like that." The policewoman growled under her breath, obviously annoyed that she had not learned much about the suspect. Icicle and Sora were carted off to a different room to be interrogated differently than Clay, Tsunami, and Lynx, who were being asked same as us. We were finally released, and we all were strained as we walked politely out of the room, desperate to escape the space that seemed to be stuffy with suspicion and tension. I saw, a few yards off, Kinkajou. Her foot was tapping a rapid rhythm on the wooden floor, and I realized she was waiting.
"What's going on?" I asked worriedly.
She sighed in a somewhat miserable way.
"They took her to the hospital and decided I was too stressed to talk, and gave me this." She laughed coldly, with no amusement, but an undertone of anger, and a bitter edge. I saw that clenched in her pale hands was a group of strawberry starbursts. They were mashed into the curve of her sweaty palm, and when I plucked one up, I felt it squish in the heat. Quickly setting it back in her hand, I saw the door to one room swing open. Lynx and and Tsunami walked out, both looking angry, and I felt my heart drop when I saw Clay exit, looking tired and defeated. It seemed things hadn't worked out, which wasn't good for anyone, not Sora, not me. Lynx waved weakly in my direction, and I returned the sad action.
"So? Any luck?" She shook her head.
"Clay wants to go back and try to plead for Sora, but I don't think it will work." Sudden anger fizzed through me. They wanted to ruin a little girl's life because of the fact that she couldn't deny something, probably because she was numb with fear. Two people she knew had died for heaven's sake! I threw up my hands and marched over to the officer. He checked his watch lazily and called out if he could have lunch. The anger boiled and spilled over.
"So you wanna have lunch while a girl is being tortured for something she didn't do?" I asked furiously. He shrugged, reaching for a slice of pizza. I smacked his hand, and saw the other swoop to his belt.
"Oh, she did set that fire, young man. And you'd do best to cool ya own." He chuckled at his own metaphor, and I shouted a curse bad enough to make an adult turn purple with embarrassment. He jumped a little, and I drew pleasure from the fact that I had scared him. Recomposing himself, he straightened haughtily, adjusting the collar of his one-size-too-small uniform.
"Just you realize who ya talkin' to, little boy." Then he stormed off, letting out a little, "hmm, this good pizza," Before turning a corner. I made to follow him, but someone grabbed my arm. I was surprised to see it was Peril.
"You know I want to strangle him as much as you do, but we can't without getting ourselves deeper in trouble." I nodded and stepped back wearily.
"You're right," my hands curled into fists. "But still, a good sock in his stomach—"
"What stomach?" Peril joked. "All I saw was a mass of skin-tight uniform." I laughed, admitting to myself that Peril wasn't actually bad, but not a friend, at least not yet. I was so busy smiling, I only looked up when I felt someone tap my shoulder. It was Icicle, who was arguing against Sora. A smile had crossed her lips, and a sickening lurch moved my stomach.
"And?" Her teeth gleamed.
"They're holding her. She just may be arrested."
"Icicle!" I was on my feet again. "This is crazy. Do you really want it do this?"
"She was trying to kill me!"
"But how do you know?" Desperation crept into my voice. I pleaded for her to stop.
"Because," Icicle stated calmly. "She's tried to before."

Ha ha ha you have to wait until the next chapter. But that next one will be adding a part that the chapters have never had.