Kayla Gao

Cici skied into the forest with her police friend Becca close behind. Both were wet with tears.

“Stop chasing me! You don’t even understand me! You don’t understand what I killed him for!” Cici cried out loud.

“I thought we were best friends. Now I know it, everything is false. You betrayed me. Everything is over, our friendship is over. Come, capture me, and everything will be over.”

“Well, Cici, it’s not over, at least, not yet,” Becca’s eyes were already running with tears, but her voice remained steady.

“Good bye, Becca, the most wonderful policewoman in the world.”

With those words, Cici leaped off the cliff, leaving a group of white mist behind her. Becca stood there with tears rolling down her cheeks, staring after her. Minutes later, Becca saw some police cars coming near.

“Shit, that’s too slow,” Becca muttered as she too, jumped off the cliff.

“Ouch! Who is that?” the girl murderer Cici asked. She took out the razor blade, slashing Becca’s neck with it. “You, Cici • Walker, are under arrest.” Becca’s neck was bleeding, she spoke as normally as she could through the pain.

“Ah, then, it’s you, Becca • Holmes, the most wonderful policewoman in the world. Anyway, you will die under my hand, my best friend,” Cici said sarcastically.

“Not if I do this.” Becca pulled out a pager and said “request support” into it, and muttered “I will not die here” before she fainted from bleeding.