Post 1: Chapter 2

Today is August 8th, the day I arrived for the first time on Indian Island. Though I know that things often are too good to be true and don't go as planned, I have to say I was excited to go and reconnect with that nice woman, I believe Mrs. Olilver, who invited me. Honestly, who wouldn't want to go on a free, good old-fashioned holiday? I can't speak for other modern citizens, but I never take things for granted. For one, I never wasted my youth like those naive socializers who never had to work a day in their lives. Never the less, it did seem to be a good vacation party, the only additional vacationer whom I had a hard time being civil toward was that Anthony Marston. Never had I seen such a unreligious boy! But the General and the judge seemed respectable along with Doctor Armstrong, though I didn't like the look of that Lombard fellow.  Now that serving couple, there was a hard-working pair! Very polite and respectable too, but the woman looked to be as frail as a wandering soul. Miss Claythorne seemed to be a somewhat smart girl if not very interesting, along with Mr. Davis. You would think that a person would be full to the brim of stories after spending time in South Africa, but he was very vague on the subject. The island looks just as an island should, small and beachy and naturally wild. Our arrival to the island was very strange as there was no host to greet us, but we all relaxed once we had a lovely hot meal in our systems. It was after dinner when we all recieved a shock; suddenly a booming, unknown voice had announced the identities of the ten people in the room and their connection to a murder! It was discovered that the voice had come from a record player in another room, but I didn't go and see. The Rogers woman had fainted and I wanted to be there to assist her if it was needed, not to mention sort out my thoughts about the now suspicious characters that surrounded me. I immediately became convinced of Mr. Lombard and Marston's guilt, and neither of them denied it. I couldn't believe that this voice had accused me of murder! Of course I would never disgard of someone else's life, for it is a sin and one of the Ten Commandments! How disgraced I was! But I tried best to hide my feelings, like I was raised to.