Agustine's Grapevine🍇

{2}Limbo

💬Chapter 2💬
Limbo

I stared blankly at the screen of my phone, eyeing the first post of that Facebook page with 5k reacts, 3k comments and 1k shares. It really blew up. It was crazy to think about all of this.

Who created this page and why?

What is their aim?

Are there inside helpers from the school?

Are they getting paid for this?

What's their next move?

Who's their next target?

"Brandon! You'll be late for the bus!" My mother yelled from all the way downstairs.
"Yeah, I'm coming!" I grabbed my bag and phone and left my room, then closed the door so my little brother won't mess with my games. With his nasty, sticky Cheetos hands.
I trudged down the stairs where I met my mom at the door, who held a brown paper bag in her hands.
"BLT, extra mustard, just like you like it."
He took the bag from her.

"Thanks, mom. Love you." He pecked her on the cheek and raced out the door. All the way from kindergarten to now, he never stopped kissing his mom before leaving for school.
"Love you too, baby!" She shouted after him. He sat in the bus and plugged his ears as the bus drove away.

"It's a lot of love, I catch you every time
In your lies, your lies
Every time you close your eyes."

The bus stopped at the school's entrance, if one word could describe what our school looked like, it would be death. Just death, dancing around the compound. I hesitantly stepped off the bus and straight into the gates of hell.

I stared at the signs that hung above the doors, counting all the way down to my class and my feet were hesitant to cross into Limbo. I took another deep breath as I reached my hand to open the door. Everyone was quiet, who wouldn't be after their classmate died just last week?
Leslie's seat was empty, the class respected her enough to place a wreath of flowers around the chair, a framed picture of her on the desk with candles on both sides.

Whispers filled the air as I made my way toward my desk.

"I heard people saying that her parents wanted her to go lawschool, so she turned to cocaine to forget her problems."

"I feel for her."

"Yeah, so sad.."

"This is for you, Leslie." The boy sniffed the line of cocaine up his nostril in one breath.

"Rest in Peace."

"I really wasn't expecting that from Mr. Ross, of all teachers! How disgusting!"

"And all of this were happening right under our noses.."

"Wonder if we'll see ghosts now.."

    The class dropped dead silent as soon as they heard the door open. It was Leslie's best friend, Alyssa Bernard. Her coily hair was out and a flower crown was nestled on her head. She made her way right over and sat next to me, that's where her seat had always been but we never really talked.
Besides being Leslie's best friend, she's really into arts and crafts and sewing. Might be a promising seemstress if she works hard enough.
"Good morning, Alyssa." I said as she sat.
"Yeah, morning." She said.
"You good?"
"Yeah, I'm doing pretty good." She gave me a small smile. "I hope you are as well."
"Yeah." I smiled back."

    The day surprisingly was going smooth, it was just a bit quieter than usual. I'm sure some time during the week the mindless ones would fake a ghost sighting or something along those lines. It was lunch time.
He sat at an empty table, headset in his ears as he ate his sandwich. He ate alone all of the time, he didn't mind it at all. He took his headset off and noticed there were three people sitting around him. One of them were Alyssa.
"Hi, mind if we sit with you?"
"Nah, not at all."

"I'm Amani Ebony." The other girl greeted. Her hair was in a neat afro puff with a black elastic hairband around the front. Her skin was a light brown, and so were her eyes. She was the cheer captain of our school's basketball team. She has plans on becoming a gymnast in the future.

"I'm Syre Anniston." Said the other person. He was dark-skinned, with loose textured hair in a fade-around style. His grandfather was Indian, and he just so happened to get the hair. He's the quiet kid of our class, a man of few words. He's extremely knowlegeable and nobody has any idea for his dreams and aspirations for the future.

"Nice to meet y'all, I'm Brandon Texeira. But you could call me Brad." I introduced myself.
"Sounds white boy-ish.." Amani chuckled. Everybody I've met said that, my parents are black though.. maybe mom thought the name was cute. Or maybe she got it from a series, I don't know.
"Likewise." Syre nodded, throwing up a peace sign.
"So.. wassup?" I asked, wondering why they suddenly wanted to get to know me.
"So.." Alyssa started, "We're doing something and I'm wondering.." she said.
"Too slow." Syre interjected. "Wanna join forces?"
"Join forces? For what?"
"We're gonna find out who created that page. For Leslie's sake."