From Party to Prison

Title: From Party to Prison 

Author: 🅢🅛🅔🅔🅟🅛🅔🅢🅢 🅘🅝 🅣🅗🅔 🅢🅞🅤🅣🅗

Word Count including this: Exactly 1661 Words.

DO NOT VOTE FOR ME TO WIN. I DO NOT WANT TO WIN. I AM HERE TO SHARE MY STORIES. IF I WIN I WILL TEMPORARILY LEAVE REEDSY

A note from Sleepless … I don't want to be rude about the thing above. I just want people to see my stories, not have to stress about pointless things like getting a prize. Again, not rude just.. I don't want to win.

As I looked at my makeup mirror one last time, Farley told me “You don’t have to do this.” We were at Marla’s party. She keeps inviting Farley and I, and somehow, Farley talked me into going. “Yes.” I said. “You roped me into this, now there’s no turning back.” I knocked on the door, taking one last breath before Marla answered. “Oh look.” Marla said over the banging music. “Guess who’s late again?” “You should be lucky we came!” Farley yelled. While they were fighting, I slipped away and sat in a corner. The first thing I noticed was that everyone was in costumes. I remembered the invitation that said Costume Party. Now, I’m basically over-dressed in a long, dark red dress. I smoothed out the velvet that messed up under my seatbelt. Suddenly, some girl in a Madagascar costume stared at me. She stared for at least 10 seconds before I got up. “Wait!” she said, her remarkably soft fake paw grabbing my arm. “I.. you look.. Did you read the invitation?” “Yeah. I didn’t want to wear a costume. So I didn’t.” “Well, you can forget the contest. Winner gets 50 bucks.” “I have enough money.” “Quit it.” “Quit what?” I asked. “You’re excusing yourself with dumb answers.” “N.. whatever. I don’t even know you. You don’t know me.” “Is that so… Leianna?” “How do you…” “I’m Marla’s sister. And now, you’re in for it.” “Hey!” said my best friend, and only friend, Raeleigh. “Leave Leianna alone!” “And what’re you gonna do about it?” “I’ll…” “Exactly.” Marla’s sister ran to the crowd after a hard shove at Raeleigh. Jeez. I knew they fought a lot, but I never saw them actually get physical. “Sorry.” Raeleigh said, getting up. “No problem. Bye.” I walked into the kitchen. I grabbed an idiotic cartoon plate from the stack and started scooping Tostitos on. “Sorry!” Marla said, slapping the plate out my hand. “The cartoon plates are for party-goers only.” “I’m a party-goer.” “Sorry, I meant party goers who actually wore a costume. Here.” She handed me a red bowl that could probably fit one scoop of chili. “Thanks?” I said. “No, don’t thank me.” She walked off, her Woody from Toy Story hat slightly turning. Why wasn't she Jesse or someone else? Oh well. Not wanting to be humiliated by the miniature red bowl, I settled for a cupcake and walked back to the dance floor. I took in the scene, with costumes from every cartoon imaginable dancing around. The upbeat music blared through the background. I sank down into a chair, closing my eyes. A million off topic questions swirled around. 

I was disturbed from my imagination by a violent shake in my shoulder. “What!” I spun around and came face to face with Raeleigh. “Come dance!” she said cheerfully. “Whyyyy! It’s not like I’ll have any fun!” “So? Dancing is fun!” As the song ended, I said “Oh look, the Moana song is on, bye!” “Nice try. You know Moana already played.” “Dang it. But please! Let me stay in my chair!” “No. This is a party. You dance at parties. Dance.” “Fiiiiine!” I dragged myself to the dance floor, slowly bouncing to the song. “I’ll be back.” Raeleigh said. Great. First, she convinces me to get on the dance floor, then she ditches me. As I went to find Farley, I heard a sharp scream. The crowd bumped me over to where everything went down and I was suddenly handed a bloody knife by a paw. Like Marla’s sister’s. But it wasn’t from her. She was the one lying down, losing blood every second. “Annie!” So that's her name. Marla pushed through the crowd, especially sure to push me hard. Not the best idea. The knife flung in my hand, luckily not stabbing anyone. “Annie!” Marla sobbed extra hard, while one of her friends called 911. “WHO DID IT!?!?” she demanded. “WHO KILLED MY SISTER!?!” She sifted through the crowd, checking everyone for evidence. When she got to me she froze. “You.” she said. “YOU killed my sister!!” All eyes turned to me. “No! Someone gave me this!” “Yeah right! You hate me, and wanted revenge!” “So!? If anything, I would’ve hurt you!” Okay, that was dumb. But right at that moment, someone grabbed me. They pinched my shoulder, and I could feel myself falling before everything went black.

“She’s innocent!” yelled Farley. “Leave my sister alone!” “Stay out of this!” Marla yelled. I heard a clatter, and suspected Marla pushed my sister. “Now.” Marla said. “If you didn’t kill Annie, who did?” “I don’t know! Someone gave me this knife, and that was that!” “Wrong answer!” Marla’s friend Grace came around the chair. I tried to get up, but realized I was tied down. Grace banged my head with a pan or something. “Now, what did you do!?” “Nothing! I didn’t kill your stupid sister!! Let me go!” Another hard bang. “Leianna. One last chance. What. Did. You. Do?” “NOTHING!!!” I shouted. I felt myself being untied, but before I could run, Grace grabbed me. She shoved me into the brick wall over and over again. By now, there was a stream of blood flowing down my face. “I didn’t do anything!” I cried. “Just let me go!” “NO! You killed my sister, and LIED, so you’ll pay the price.” She walked away, with me still untied. I looked around for something to stop the bleeding. Nothing. In fact, there wasn’t anything in this room. Just 4 brick walls, a door, a lamp and this desk and chair. I walked closer to the door and saw there was no knob. I hate those kind of doors. I kicked it to try and open it. Nothing happened. I banged it with the chair, tried to shake the door, and guess the passcode (assuming there was one), all ending up with the same results as before. Nothing. I sighed, and sat back, my hand now resting where my head still bled slightly less. I could barely hear the music, but judging by the constant long points with no music, I guessed that Moana song. The playlist possibly looped? Raeleigh said it already played. Raeleigh. Why hadn't she come to help me prove my innocence? Maybe she was too busy trying to find out who really did it. That would help. In the meantime, I sat there, almost no blood now, waiting for Marla to come back. About 5 minutes later, the door creaked open. Everyone was screaming, trying to get me. “HEY!” a woman yelled. It was a police officer. She got everyone out, and said “Hello.” she said. “I’m Officer Bradley.” “Hi.” “Was that a question!!?” she slammed her hands down on the table. “Sorry!” “Now. Where were you when you last saw Ms. Trahan?” “Who is that?” She let out a long sigh. “Annie. Where were you when you last saw Annie?” “Oh, in a corner.” “Okay. Did you witness the murder?” “No. If that were the case, I wouldn’t be here, and they’d be in jail.” “It was a yes or no question kid, yes or no!!!” “No.” I could tell she wanted me to crack under the pressure. But no. I’ll keep being a nuisance, especially if that means No Marla for a while. “Why were you holding the knife?” “Some random lion paw gave it to me.” “That a lie?” “Why would I lie to an officer if I’m innocent?” “To.. whatever, I don’t have time for idiot teens.” “Excuse me?” “Did you have any grudge against Annie?” she asked over me. “Yes. I hate her sister, who hates me. So they hate me and bully everyone together.” “Bullies?” “I just said that.” “Hey!” “What?” “Why are you covered in blood?” “Marla and her little ‘cliche’ banged me into a brick wall. This is 100% my blood.” “Okay. I have everything I need to know.” “Good.” “You watch your mouth!” “What did I do wrong!?” "Kill her?" "No I didn't!" She’d walked out before I finished. I was pretty content with my answers. But I wasn’t content with the fact that I didn’t leave when I had the chance. Had Marla forgotten about me? Had Raeleigh forgotten? What about Farley!? Is she even okay!? I stopped another scary question from entering my brain. “So.” Marla said. “I see you were just interrogated.” “More like asked about dumb stuff.” “LEIANNA!” she yelled. “My sister is DEAD! You killed her, and you don’t even CARE!” “Because I didn’t kill her.” “Okay, that’s it!” She grabbed me and started punching and banging and everything in between. I was horrified, but still somehow wouldn’t be surprised if I blacked out again tonight. Sure enough, within a few minutes, the world was spinning, then black.

****

I woke up to sirens. Loud, screeching sirens. I looked around, and saw that I was back with Officer Bradley. Wait, what? I looked around again. I was in the Police car. “What’s going on!?” I asked. “Some girls told us everything. You lied.” “I didn’t lie! Who told you that?” “They were… Raeleigh.. And F..Farley. Yeah. Raeleigh and Farley.” No. Frickin’. Way. My own sister and best friend just LIED like that!? I didn’t have time to dwell over that though. We pulled up to the police station. “Where am I going?” I asked. “Leianna Matthews,” she said. “You’re under arrest.”

To be continued...