Got a secret. Can you keep it? by Olha Holyk

Mary went to the café nearly

at almost 11 a.m. Immediately, I see her in a new light. Of course, she smiles and acts like nothing happened. But I know this is a lie. She is a pretty girl with fantastic blond hair. Mary, who resembled a Hollywood actress, is tall and lean. This young woman always wears new fashionable clothes, and today is no exception - she is wearing a new top and a new fascinating Saint Laurent jacket. Mary Green is not an easy person, to be honest. She is very direct, bitchy and thick-skinned. She is one of those people who never worry about anything. I am not quite sure whether she has a heart. Anyway, we have been best friends since we were kids so, I should love her (perhaps).

However, right now I don’t care how she looks like or what she is wearing. The only thing I care at this moment is the worst thing I’ve ever done and the fact that Mary saw everything what I did last night. I'm not sure if she will keep this secret, but she is the only person who can provide me with an alibi. I'm afraid to ask her what happened. But we must agree on a fictional story, about how we sat at my house yesterday, eating pizza and watching TV, but definitely not about how she saw me when I was buried the body.

- Hello, Kate, what’s up? - she asked really like nothing happened with the widest smile I’ve ever seen.

- Oh, emmm, are you ok? - I’ve asked with a little anxious in my voice.

- Of course! You are stupid little girl, how could it be otherwise?

- Hmm, okay, but I need to talk to you. Now.

- About what?????

Well, I’m shocked. I don’t know what to tell her. She doesn’t really understand? Ok, I’ve noticed earlier that Mary was dummy in some moments but now.

All of a sudden, two policemen went to the café and looked right at me. And it just hit me that it’s over. One of them told me to stand, putting handcuffs on me, he was reading my rights.

- Good luck, babe, I’ll miss you, - Mary told me with a cunning look.

All this time she was my enemy, and she was not a fool, she always knew what she was doing.

I'm a fool. I thought she would not betray me, that she would not save her own skin by exposing me.

I was wrong.