"Hey Lizzie!"

   My mom smiled up at me from the screen. My dad smiled next to her.

   "We're so proud of you sweetheart! You've made it so far!" He said.

   Mom continued,
   "We're so proud of you and..."

The screen turns to static for a couple of minutes, and when the screen returned, the room looks like a hurricane hit, with claw marks all over the walls. I quickly removed the headphones with shaking hands. I have to get out of here, I thought. I saw the others taking their headphones off. Some looked shocked, fearful, or like they wanted to puke.

   "I- I'm going to my room..." Shelby said.

   "Me too" Dan agreed.

   Before we all went to our rooms, Em said, "are we all in agreement not to leave our rooms after curfew?"

   We all murmured our agreements.
   Each of our rooms had a picture on the front, so we knew which ones were which. I entered mine, and looked around. There was a bed with frilly pink sheets. Ugh. There was a mahogany desk with a small pad of paper, and a black wheelie chair that I knew I could play with for hours. I opened the door inside the room, revealing a bathroom and a shower.      Unfortunately, Monokuma had put security cameras  in the bathroom, which did not make me inclined to take a dump anytime soon. After a little while, maybe half an hour, Monokumas  irritating voice came over the intercom.

   "Alright my little cherubs! A few things before you ready your sleepy little heads tonight. First off! Curfew is ten o'clock sharp! Second of all, Water is shut off after curfew. Wanna take a late night shower? Well guess what? You're out of luck!" He laughs, then continues.

   "Third thing on the list, only the girl's showers have locks on them. No guys walking in on the ladies while they're getting clean!..."

   he rattles on, but I had stopped listening to his announcements. I sat on the wheelie chair and spun around a few times. Curiosity filled me as I looked at the small drawers on the desk, just begging to be opened. I obliged, pulling out the one on the right, then the left. The first one was empty, but the other had a small sewing kit.

   What am I supposed to do with this?, I wondered. Monokuma ended his speech with,

   "Good night, my little cherubs. Sleep tight, do let the murderer strike!"

   I shuddered. Walking across the room, I made sure my door was firmly closed, and locked, then I walked to my bed. I removed my black boots, and zip up black hoodie, leaving on my tank top and jeans. The result of all that days stress and stuff came crashing into me like a tidal wave of exhaustion the moment my head hit the pillow, and I fell asleep instantly.

Waking up, I put my hoodie back on, but I was too lazy to zip it up. On went my boots, then I unlocked the door if my room and started toward the cafeteria. The first people that were already there were Jess, Dan, Red, and Sasha.

   "Morning!" Jess said, giving me a small smile as I entered.

   "Hey" I said back.

   The others also said their greetings, then we waited for the others to arrive. As they gradually trickled in, we all grabbed something to eat. I grabbed the shaker of cinnamon and the shaker of sugar, made some toast, and shook half the contents of both shakers on the pieces of toast.

   "That looks...sugary..." Corey said as he sat at the table, his arm moved stiffly. I nodded.

    "Just the way I like it." I dug in.

Soon, we were all here, well except for one.

    "Hey, where's Shelby?" Adam asked.

There was a chorus of "I don't know" around the table. I could see many people had looks of distress on their faces.

   "I-I'll go check on her." Tommy offered.

   "I'll go with you." Max said.

Even he looked a little worried. They walked out of the cafeteria. Everyone ate in silence, which was broken by a scream. It was loud and piercing, and got my heart pumping. I bolted from my chair, and ran down the hallway. Shelby's door was open, and I flitted inside. Max was looking into the shower area in horror, his face pale. Tommy had passed out completely.

"Max, what..." I started, walking over to him, then I get my answer.

Shelby, sitting against the wall, blood dyeing the front of her white hoodie... pink? I shuddered. Then, Monokumas voice came over the speaker.

   "Hear ye! Hear ye! A body has been found. Everyone please meet in the gym in five minutes!"

The bear seems ecstatic. I looked back at Shelby's body, then me and Max dragged Tommy to the gym. He woke up a little bit after that, just as Monokuma popped up on stage.

  "Welp, one of you scrubs have done it." He said, his voice menacing. Then, it switched to something of pure joy.

"Oh, I'm so proud of the guilty perp! Yeh managed to take another persons life!" He exclaimed.

  "You're sick, man!" Adam cried. Jess was crying. Monokuma snaps out of his reverie.

   "Now's the fun part kiddos! Investigation time!" He said, "you all have a certain amount of time to examine body, and then we hold a Class Trial!"

   He paused then said, "Basically I send you untrained noobs into the field to find out who Shubbles killer is. Guess correctly, and I'll execute the guilty party. Guess incorrectly, however, and the guilty party graduates and the rest of ya get axed"

   This... was terrifying. Monokuma couldn't have been more excited.

  "You all get to play Judge, Jury, and Executioner! Quite possibly of yourselves! So precede with caution!"

   "This is crazy!" Barney cried.

   "Eh, you'll get used to it Eyepatch." Monokuma said with a shrug, "in the meantime, check your Student Handbooks for the details. Now get investing!"

I was one of the people to examine the crime scene alone. I kneeled down by the body, and for the first time I clearly saw the murder weapon. It was a pair of sewing scissors, identical to the ones I had gotten in my sewing kit, embedded in her sternum. There was so much pink blood. Something caught my eye, something that stood out against the gray of the wall behind her. Letters, written in blood. N I K C.

   Of course, I had no idea what that meant. I looked at the drawer of her desk, searching for... yes! Shelby's sewing kit, and the scissors were missing. So they had been the murder weapon... I thought, a little sad. After another hour or so, Monokuma came over the announcements.

  "Alright Chick-a-dees! It's time for the long awaited class trial! Everyone meet at the elevator so we can get this thing started!"

   So there we were, fifteen of us in the large elevator, heading to a trial that literally determined if we lived or died. Corey was glaring at Nick, who seemed uncomfortable. Then again, so did everyone else. Find the murderer. That was the only option.

Surviving Students: 15

Hey guys! Who do you think killed Shelby? What Does N I K C mean? All questions will be answered in the next Chapter. Shout Out to the real, living Shelby, sorry I killed you. Hope you Pumpkin Pies are enjoying the story so far. I luv you all!- Lizzie <3