Much later that night, I woke up to the sounds of sirens. I wiped the sleep from my eyes then jumped out of bed. Moving my nightstand out of the way, I stood on my tiptoes and glanced out of my window from the second floor. There were police cars and an ambulance in the driveway below.
I went to my door and put my ear against it. From the hallway I could hear loud voices and a police radio going off. Someone in the room next to me was crying.
Something very bad had happened.
“Hey, what’s going on out there?” I yelled through the bars on my door. Suddenly the door opened up, spilling light in, and I yelped in surprise. Rachel was then escorted inside. “Good morning, Isabel!” She called out cheerfully. “Um, hi.” I burrowed my brows in question. “What happened out there?” I was betting that she knew. “Oh, it’s Harlie. It’s so sad. She took a long fall. And I don’t think she’s going to make it.” Rachel slumped her shoulders. “That’s awful.” I frowned and sighed. Harlie was mean but I didn’t want her to die. “Yeah, but that kind of thing happens all the time here. What can ya do?” She shrugged and smirked. “Anyways, my room is taped off. The police are combing it over. Guess you know what that means, huh?” She beamed at me. I shook my head. “What?” I asked. “We’re going to be roomies now!”