Young Writers Society

Evan's POV

The interrogation room was cold, with three cameras staring at me, and the clock on the wall told me I was sitting here for over an hour—thanks to Tom, I knew all of these were classic interrogation techniques.

"Good day, Mr Turner", said the same officer that had arrested me as he walked in. He was small, round, bug mustache on his face. His shirt had coffee stains and his head was bald. He reminded me of a sweaty walrus.

"Good day Detective", I said smiling. Always be polite to the enemy, "Please, call me Evan"

"Sorry to keep you waiting", he said, ignoring my comment.

"Not a problem, gives me time to think. I mean, the more you think, the more prepared you are, the less nervous and agitated, am I right?" I said.

"Why would you need to be prepared, Mr. Turner? What do you need to be prepared for?", he asked, sitting down, his arms folded as he sat back.

I mimicked his actions, then smiled. "I'm eighteen, I'm preparing for life. I mean, there is so much I still need to learn. Maybe I could get some wisdom out of you?" I asked, then got closer to him, "For example, how do I pay taxes?"

He didn't like the joke.

"Mr. Turner, will you look at the photos please?", he said, standing up again.

"I love photos. Always great to relive memories, don't you think?", I asked. Detective Nathans stayed quiet.

"This is you right?", he asked. It was a security camera picture of me, a close up.

"Yes sir, I think so", I said.

"Yes or no, Mr.Turner?"

"Yo," I said simply.

"Excuse me?", he said harshly and loudly, getting way too close in my personal bubble.

"Yo—yes and no together. Made it myself, what do you think?", I smiled.

"This picture shows you in Paris, on the first day of school which you attended", he dropped another photo on the desk, "this is you in Canada buying maple syrup", he dropped another photo, "here you are again, on the same day, buying fish in Portugal", he dropped another photo,"here you are in London with your sister Abigail and brother Tom,in the National Science Museum. Do you want me to go on?"

I didn't say anything.

He dropped another photo, "Here you are, three weeks ago, strolling throw a busy market in Brazil", he laughed, then dropped three other photos,"All of these were taken in the same day, in Japan, Norway and Sydney", he said.

After that day I hadn't been able to walk all week.

"Don't they say you have six people on average that look like you?" I said, leaning back, looking him straight in the face, "You must have found them"

"Because these people here aren't you, are they?", he said.

"I've never left the country. You can check my passport"

"We did check it.That's why we're asking", he muttered, then sat down. He looked at me again, took off his glasses, and rubbed his eyes.

"Fine, fine, Mr.Turner", he said under his breath, then smirked, "Let's talk about something else, okay?"

"Whatever you want", I said, trying my best to smile as delightful as I could.

"Is this your sister Emma Turner?", he asked.

"Yeah, she is", I said. Suddenly, my stomach was swirling.

"She was seen fleeing the crime scene of the building that was set on fire at your school, seconds after it happened", he said.

"She was trying to get away, like we already told the police. What are you trying to say? That a fourteen year old should just stay where she is when a fire breaks loose?" I asked casually.

Emma was the sloppiest of us all. Never caring if anyone saw.

"She would know what to do in case of fire, wouldn't she? Since she's been involved in five fires", he said. I looked at the pictures that he placed on the desk. I swear it must be at least six now.

"Mr. Turner?" he said.

"You're correct. What has the fire department done to prevent these fires? I mean, she's traumatized. Five fires and only fourteen. This is awful", I said.

"So she wasn't involved in any of these?", he asked.

"Detective Nathans,are you suggesting a two year old committed arson?" I asked curiously.

"You're right. That would be crazy wouldn't it?", he laughed, "I mean, all these things are crazy aren't they? Your sister Maya Turner being in a freak pipe accident in the toilets of the school when she was ten. There had been many reports that she was being bullied but after that it stopped. In Ashley Mace's witness report, she swore Maya did it".

"Well, she must of hit her head with a pipe. What does Maya know of plumbing?", my back relaxed on the chair.

This man knows our secret. He knows everything.

" Mr. Turner, all of your family has reports on them. Tom Turner who is often seen with dangerous wild animals so much that the animal service had to complain, William and Juliet who were both involved in a freak accident where William Turner supposedly stopped a bus with his hands and Juliet Turner saved the bus driver, who would of died, said paramedics", he said, reading the report out of the file.

"Well, Sir, I don't think you, such a handsome and intelligent man really believes that William, a sixteen year old, stopped a bus with his bare hands, and Juliet just made sure the bleeding stopped. She wants to be a doctor. Reads a lot of books. And Tom? Well, Tom just makes friends easily",I say.

I needed to tell Mum and Dad. Dammit, I really didn't feel like moving again.

"Tom just makes friends with eagles, bears, wolves, stray cats, dogs, crows?" he shouted.

"Look, I'm not one to judge", I said, my hands in the air.

"Your neighbors do judge, they once reported that they saw your little brother Theodore Turner fly through the house", he said, showing the report.

"This is in his file? Really? The boy is four. For a Detective you really don't have good sources"

"Look, Mr. Turner,I'm just wondering why all of these things happen, that's all."

"Bad luck, maybe?"

"Bad luck, huh? Mr.Turner, you can leave now. And go home, will you, it's getting dark." The detective said, walking towards the door and opening it.

I stood up, put my jacket on, smiled, then whistled all the way out of the station.