The Diary of Vera Claythorne

I was dressed and ready to go downstairs. There was a commosion in the house.I went to see what it was. No one could find Rogers.I thought maybe he was hiding, waiting for us.Rogers had got out of bed, and set the table, but he was still nowhere to be found. I noticed that there were only six China Indian figures left, which meant Rogers was dead.

They soon found Rogers in the wash house cutting wood, with his head chopped off. I bet Dr. Armstrong thought it was me who committed the murder. Oh how I hate him. I went to the yard to cool myself off. I started thinking about the next verse of the nursery rhyme. "Six little Indian boy playing with a hive,a bumblebee stung one, and then there were five." I burst out laughing. Everyone turned to look at me. I asked them if there were any bees on the Island. They were staring at me confused. I told them why I asked the question. I was still laughing. Dr. Armstrong came and slapped my face. I gasped, and told him I was all right. Why did I make a fool of myself?

Miss Brent and I cooked breakfast that morning. After the meal was over, I went to clear the plates myself because Miss Brent was feeling giddy.She was left alone. I went to go see if she was okay, but by the time I came, she was dead. I saw a bee hovering over her, and a bite mark in her neck. I warned everyone, but no one listened to me. I went to go tell the others.

-Vera Claythorne