• One would describe a good morning as waking up early and getting a good healthy breakfast, maybe go for a jog, and after that, maybe go visit a friend or family member. Takashi was not one of those. A good morning to her, was a morning when no one bothered her and she could lay in bed as long as she wanted. Today however, was not one of those mornings. Takashi rolled over, her sky blue hair stuck to her face as she did. The loud annoying rapping on the door sounded.
    "Takashi! Cerimony!! UP!" Ms. chloe's voice sounded on the other end of the door. Takashi buried her face in her pillow. "No, thanks. I'll skip today." she mumbled. Takashi was a member of a deduction camp in Torrey, Utah. Where children unwanted by their parents were sent to live the rest of their suckish lives. Every morning, a ceremony took place. Usually, Takashi took no part in it. She was such a pain, the counclers soon decited not to put themselves through trying to get Takashi to go. The fact that they were today must've ment it was something really important.
    "Get up, Takashi!!" Ms. Chloe screamed, "If you don't then there will be no breakfast for you today."
    "Not like I ever eat that junk anyway."
    "UP!!!"
    "Fine, fine! I'm getting up!" Takashi moaned. She rolled out of bed and slipped into her red camp coat. Exiting the tent, she saw the camp was allready empty. The trees were green and lush, and the red dirt was nothing compared to the orange and gold canyons. But Takashi didn't see it. She could see nothing beautifull anymore....
    "Mr. Modricksen said everyone has to be at the ceremony today." Ms. Chloe grouled. "C'mon." She dragged a sleepy, resentfull Takashi by her sleeve down the road to a row of logs where the other campers were allready stationed on about half a mile away. Threee police men stood next to the american flag. Takashi refused to look at that flag. It held to many memories.
    "Now that everyone is here." The first police man cleared his throat. He reminded Takashi of a simo wreseler. "As I was saying, Mr. Crossen was found dead on his floor last night-"
    "About time too!" Takashi yelled from the back, everyone turned to look at her. she shrugged. "Man, he was getting sick, I thought he was on marijuana or-"
    "please ms. if you don't mind." The cop said impatiently. Takashi grinned. "of course sir. please, go ahead."
    "As I was saying, Mr. Crossen apperantly was shot in the head." There was a gasp from the crowd. Takashi blinked suprisingly. Shot??
    "We used the DNA we got form the gun, which was left on the table. It came form a student form this camp....." Another gasp, everyone turned to look fearfully at their neighbor. "The suspect of this crime goes by the name of...." The cop paused. "Takashi Anemo."
    Silence....... a silence to stong, so powerfull, it hurt Takashi's ears. She felt herself siese up. Her?? She hadn't killed anybody. .....slowly...the campers turned to Takashi....just as scared and frightened as she was.