The Long Night

Like my memories, this cup of coffee tastes bitter. They must keep this room freezing to rush me. The clock on the wall in front of me ticked like a heart beating. The police officer pushed a legal pad towards me saying to write in my own words what had happened. My hand trembled as I took the pencil and began. 

My name is Makeda Parsons, I swear this to be an accurate account of my days at Crescendo Band Camp starting on May 10th, 2010.

NOTE: This is a short story for easy reading.