The most beautiful roses have their cruelest thorn

Sprinkle of Advice

Mia Madden, February 26th, 2019, 11:30 AM. Location: Lunchroom. 17 days before the murder...

I get cranky on an empty stomach. I have to hurry up and finish my food. Being a slow eater is a disadvantage on my part. I made a plan to go see him at 11:30 since lunch is an hour long. But, he may have a class. I looked around the lunchroom. The walls and grounds were emeralds and juniper green painted tiles that look deep-sea green. There were purple pillars at both corners of the lunchroom. But, the green overpowered the purple. But, you get used to it. After I finished, I left the lunchroom. Kids were usually coming in and out, so I guess I blended in with them.

Mr. Hudson's room was right down the hall, behind the gym, next to the last staircase exit. His door was a mixture of tan and white. "Recording studio" read the imprinted tag next to the door. He was a drama teacher, though. I peeked through the horizontal, thin rectangle glass on the door to see if the lights were on. Yes, I saw Mr. Hudson cleaning up the room. I guess It was also his lunch period. I knocked on the door. It was a familiar face.

"Hey, Mia. What's been going on?" He asked sounding in an enthusiastic mood. He let me in the room.

"Um..." I was a little shy to concede such plight information. We sat down.

"He kissed another girl." I came out and said directly. He began to have that same quizzical expression again. I guess It was just his thinking face.

"Ok..." He said in a serious tone. Oh no, I think I made his good mood vanished. I feel like such a buzzkill.

"Who was it?" He asked.

"Oh, I have the video," I said sounding shocked, but really...

"Oh, you do? Let me see." He said with a shocked expression and tone. I knew out of all the faces I've seen for the past two days, this one was one of the most genuine for the right reasons. I quickly retrieved my phone, as everything was right there. This is it. Are you ready?

I handed my phone to him. He tapped the screen to play the video. He looked a certain distance away, purposely. I guess he has old eyes.

Instantly, he looked angry. Like he wanted to go over there, through the phone, and into the actual scene yell for the entire hallway to hear him, while they all jump out of their skins. That would be funny, though. I noticed he rewatched the video.

"This is Aaliyana." He mentioned tranquility in composure, already knowing the answer. There isn't a teacher in this school who doesn't know of her, at least.

"Yeah," I responded with a disappointed mood. He then picked up his android phone and recorded the scene through my phone... Just like how my dad did when he saw Daniel's message. I felt that same weariness of energy. I could feel the empathy of his adrenaline of anger. I felt sorry that he had to see me go through something that was caused by almost everyone else involved here. He shut off my phone and handed it back to me.

"Who recorded the video?" He asked, opening his blond notepad, as he grabbed the nearest pen,

"I don't know," I replied. The atmosphere became consequential with discord, as I could see the grudge he was holding written all over his face.

"Ok, well, when was it recorded?"

"Yesterday, when last period started," I replied upfront.