“You sure it was an accident? Maybe someone pushed her.”
He smiles. “Interesting that’s where your mind went.”
“Why? It could happen.”
“The cops looked into it. Ruled it an accident.”
“Did anyone see her fall?”
“No, but some lady said she heard a man and woman arguing outside her room right before it happened. When she opened her door, she didn’t see anyone. She sent her husband to check it out and he almost tripped over the body.”
“Did the cops find the man the lady heard?”
“No, but I’m sure it had nothing to do with him. My stepmom drank a lot. She was probably just drunk and fell down the stairs.”
“So your dad and brother were both with girls who died by falling.” I eye him. “That’s a little odd, don’t you think?”
“What are you trying to say? That they killed them?”
“No. I just think it’s strange.”
“A lot of strange things happen here.”
“Like what?” I ask, hearing the fear in my voice.
“Lighten up,” he says, laughing as he walks to the door. “I’m just messing with you.”
“Where are you going?”
“You told me to leave so I’m leaving.” He disappears down the hall.
“Wait!” I chase after him.
“What?” He turns around, and I notice his blue eyes. They’re a really bright blue. I always wanted blue eyes, but instead I got brown like my mom.
“Tell me about the school.”
“What do you want to know?” he asks as he continues down the hall.
“What’s it like? Are the classes hard?”
He shrugs. “Depends on what you’re used to.”
“I’m used to public school. I’ve never been to private.”
“Then yeah, you’ll think they’re hard. They give out a lot of homework.”
I follow him up the stairs. “What about the people? Are they all snobby rich kids?”
“Rich? Yes. Snobby? Depends on how you define it.”
“Are they going to bully me because I’m new?”
“The girls might.” He glances back at me, at my body. “The guys will think you’re hot.”
“You think I’m hot?”
“I saidotherguys will think you’re hot. Not me.” He goes into his room. “You’re not my type.”
