Short Story On Mt Rushmore

The day was a shade of gray. Quietness surrounded the air as though no one was nearby for miles. I remember it as though it was yesterday, even though it wasn't.

It all started with our annual field trip to Mount Rushmore. It isn't a long trip from Deadwood, my hometown, to Mount Rushmore, one hour and four minutes approximately. I sat on the bus with one of my best friends, Hanna Graham, and, as you may picture it, we were laughing so hard even tears came out of our eyes. I didn't know just yet that those tears would not be happy ones later on. We got to Mount Rushmore at noon and a planned day was ahead of us.

I've always liked the annual field trip; I mean what is not to love about a good American excursion. Hanna, however,

"What?" I said in a baffled tone. "Aren't you bored?" Hanna said in her typical careless tone. "Let's separate from the group! Oh, come on! Don't look at me that way! There must be something else than these boring caves." "They're not caves," I said. "We have an essay to write when we go back! Plus, we are not supposed to separate from the group and just go wandering around on a patriotic monument!" "You've got to have fun some day, you know. And by the way, just use last year's essay!" Hanna had walked almost a mile, or it felt like it when I changed my mind and decided that I if I ever wanted to be like her I should start caring less. So I followed her without thinking what I was getting into. But I did not kill her.

We headed to a door that was in the restricted section. My insides were freezing with fear but I knew Hanna's were burning with excitement so I started to calm down. I placed all my trust on Hanna who I was certain knew were we where. I shouldn't have done that. It was just the two of us inside what seemed like a secret room inside the mountain. I was freaking out, but I knew I shouldn't show my fear in front of Hanna. I've always been scared of her in someway, many think I am glad she's gone because no one is leading me, but I don't feel this way. I miss my friend. And I did not kill

I was sitting with my knees pulled against my chest, crying my eyes out. The gun on my feet, the body next to it. By the looks of the scene, they thought I did it. They searched the whole place and did not find anyone more suspicious than me. I thought I had to run so no one could think I'd done it but I couldn't have left my friend laying in her own blood. If I was ever to say goodbye to Hanna Graham, it was not this way. They picked me up from the floor and the next thing I remember is sitting on a cold, metal chair, in which I was handcuffed to.They thought I did it, they were questioning me but I didn't answer. Then a fire came to my stomach, I had to say it. "I DID NOT KILL