The most beautiful roses have their cruelest thorn

Lets go have a chat

Mia Madden, Monday, February 25th, 2019, 7:00 AM. Location: School. 18 days before the murder...

Distant, aloof, and emotionally out of order, I'm in my car, as my dad drops me off at school.

"See you later." He said sounding distant as well.
"Yeah... bye," I replied slightly snapping out of becoming feel in thought. Reluctantly to start the day, I went upstairs to the library. As usual, I'm one of the first children to arrive in the multi-windowed, tan walls, and floors, multiple books usually neatly arranged. There were spaces for tables all around, and burgundy sofas in the back. Beautiful burgundy highlighted by the blue sky and rays of the sun. I always saved the most comfortable seats for the younger children. I remember fighting for those sofas in 6th and 7th grade. But, I'm a senior, now. I won't be seeing them after June 26th, 2019. Different children, different ages appeared and disappeared.
Meanwhile, one by one, my acquaintances appeared and sat by me. Though, Armando was one of the first ones to join me. He sat next to me this time. As usual, his eyes were red, and he looked out of it. As a phone addict, he kept staring at it. He never greeted me or even bothered to glance at me. As an everyday ritual, all I can do is stare at him.
He was light-skinned, with soft, fluffy jet black hair. The front reached to the center of his forehead. He had hazel eyes accompanied by dark brown, thin eyebrows, and thin lips. He looked nothing like Daniel. Daniel was skinny, and Armando was big and tall. I remember when Armando was short and skinnier. Though, I was no match for him. Same ethnicity, race, class, neighborhood, too many commonalities, especially since our relationship is no more. Black school uniform pants, name-brand sweatshirt, including navy blue sneakers. He had no idea what I was going through. But, I don't think he cared.
Armando Taurus...
Just you wait, with your high eyes, silence, and constant, maybe uncontrollable movements. For now, silence is golden.

One of my close friends came in after a while. With yesterday's and today's anticipations in my head, she deserved to know. Instead of letting him hear, I decided to show her directly.
"Look," I whispered as I handed my phone over to her. She read it with a disgusted look on her face. As she read it, I noticed the rhinestones on her hijab were shining corresponding to the lights above us. They were highlighting her white skin.

She looked at me, dumbfounded.

"I don't know why..." I whispered. I had fear and anxiety in my eyes.

"I'll text you. Hold on." I said. I picked up my phone and my diligent fingers were at work.

M: "My dad saw it and he is telling Mr. Hudson right now."

M: "I  don't know why he sent that."

"Where can we have a chat?" I asked through whispering.

"We'll have to wait 15 minutes until class starts." She replied. The computers were full of students, who were all probably playing video games. I checked the time. It was 7:45. I couldn't take my eyes off Armando. I could tell he was listening. He had only glanced at us after we finished the conversation. But, I knew he was behind this. I had a look of disdain, but you can see the pain in my eyes. I put in headphones to pass the time. Tuning out reality is what I needed for a moment. Daniel suddenly appeared in my head. He was nowhere to be found as I looked around the library. Armando glanced at me once again. I didn't let that detail get overlooked, either. I wonder where Daniel was, though.

There were two pairs of worried eyes. Sophia had remorse and sorrow drawn over her eyes. She looked at the two of us accepting nothing was obligated to be said. Despite the discord, all of us excluding Armando looked concerned. His eyes were sedated, and red as he seemed to calm down. It just hits me hard when I see no trivial amount of concern as he kept staring at his phone. But, I can imagine my father speaking to Mr. Hudson in the auditorium, maybe. I know I'll be called down sooner or later. Hopefully, not during class. Sophia still glanced at Armando. Did she figure it out, as well? All of a sudden,