Hehe, so I was not in a good mood when I wrote this, and it has a little more cursing in it than I originally intended, so yea

Three weeks.

Three weeks Sophie's been in the hospital.

It was too long.

Everyone had been on edge since the meeting at your house, and it was not good for, well, anyone.

Keefe had been acting strangely. Anytime you brought up the murder, he would turn as white as a sheet and gain a look of horror in his eyes. Then he would make a face and walk away. Ritzy had been acting weirdly as well. He acted stressed, too stressed, about "the SATs!" as he put it. 

Everyone else was nervous, twitchy, jumpy, anxious, and all of the other things that pretty much screamed "I need to calm down".

So you called another meeting. And it did not go well.

People were yelling at people about random things like: "I KNOW YOU TOOK MY SOCKS!!!" "WHAT?!?! I DIDNT TAKE YOUR SOCKS!!!" or  "WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO WITH MY PRANKING SUPPLIES FITZ!?!? I NEED THAT STUFF!!!" "WHY WOULD I TAKE YOUR FUCKING SUPPLIES AND WHAT THE SHIT WOULD I NEED IT FOR?!?!"  or  "WHICH ONE OF YOU FUCKING IDIOTS TOOK THE RANDOM CRAP OUT OF MY ROOM!?!?" The last one was particularly strange.

Anyways, it was just a screaming match and after a few minutes, everyone almost lost their voices and quieted down. You were patient. You waited.

"Ok," you said after all of your friends finally shut up, "now will you guys listen? I called you here because, as you all know, Sophie's in the hospital because of one of us. I know who it is, but I've not shared it with anyone else, which all of you also know. But I'm beginning to have my doubts. So I will look into each of your pasts and determine the culprit." You don't know wh you hadn't thought about this before, it was genius.

You went in alphabetical order (just because you could).

The next chapters are going to be their readings bc I don't rlly want to type that out rn.

Cya'll layer!