Suspect 1: Biology teacher
I scribbled down everything Mrs Hampton was saying in a rage. Murder. Corruption. Evidence. Secrets. Revenge. Envy. Kidnappings. It fascinated me, almost terrified me how much this woman knew about crime. A former police officer? I doubt it. An undercover agent? , unlikely. A foreign spy? Why would she be sent to an ordinary private school in the middle of Cambridge? A murderer? the thought gave me chills running down my spine. I stared at her puffy, ratty, jet black hair tied in an untidy low bun and her baggy army green jeans and a stained bubblegum-pink long-sleeved shirt. Then, suddenly the school bell interrupted my thoughts. I dashed out of the freezing cold science lab and into the bustling, overcrowded school corridors. I threw down my books and fiddled with the lock dangling from my dull, grey locker before it flung open, almost hitting me in the face. I tossed my textbooks and laptop inside and pulled out my lunch money. Just as I slammed my locker shut, I heard someone shout my name. It was my best friend, Maria Jade, (but everyone calls her Marie) and our two friends, Lara and Rose. I waved at them and smiled cheerfully as I walked towards them. I began to inform them of everything that had happened today in science class, we were learning about forensic sciences and it was much more engaging and interesting than what we usually learn about however Mrs.Hampton is teaching us more about how to get away with murder than DNA and forensic biology. My friends always tease me about my assumptions and suspicions that Mrs.Hampton might be a criminal, however, I don't think I am being foolish or childlike in any way because I have noted down so much evidence and so many conversations and so much dialogue that involves Mrs.Hampton over the past few years that I consider myself a part-time detective, and I will not let anyone stop me from carrying out any further investigations.
