Chapter 3

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Another daybreak, it's their second month going back and forth to school. Tyron hurriedly went to the faculty after he got out of his ride. He walked through the hallway as if he saw no one. He bumped himself to Chelsey but he's not able to say sorry for it. Chelsey gets confused by him though she continued walking towards the hall while watching him walking far from her.

"Mr. Dean, Zinniah's parents called me last night and ask me if I perhaps know her whereabouts and later then they told me that she was missing." he stuttered as he said it to him. He was one of the classmates of Zinniah that's why he was troubled enough to report it immediately.

The teachers inside the room heard him saying it and were alarmed by the information.

"I cannot believe this year turns out to be like this, the happenings are getting worse" Mr. Dean shakes his head with a vague look.

Tyron tried to listen to him as he was being centered by them, put his hand at the back of his head while wondering.

"What do I need to do now?" he became pale and asked the dean with a downward manner.

A quiet moment occurred before the Dean responded.

"You may now go to your classroom." he taped Tyron's shoulder. He nodded to him and turned around as if he was afraid of the situation his classmate undergone at such a time.

***

A group of friends from Grade 9 were gossiping about Zinniah's disappearance. Patrick who used to know her neighbor in his childhood years was doubtful to it because he presumably recognized that Zinniah did not have any enemy nor boyfriend.

"How is that even possible?" he asserted, fronting Claire and Andrew.

Both of them are only lifting their hands and shoulders resembling they have no idea on what is the culprit's motive of taking her. He seemed to be not in the mood to manage himself because of what he needed from the others early that day as he fetched his meal in the canteen.

"Do you think there's a criminal entering our school and targeting the students herein Phicelage High." Claire started guessing. she raised such a question after a few minutes she thought of the current circumstance.

"I mean, last month someone was found hanging inside our school premises and now another student reported missing" she explained to them sourcing from what has been happening. She's a person full of charisma but upon having this sort of instance makde her think out of the box.

"It could be. But who?" Andrew leaned his back on the chair gazing at the students standing and sitting on the other side of the campus. No one answered their query back instead they have let out several suspicions connecting to it in a studious remark.

The three of them were bizarred by the unexpected phenomena that just seem to be scaring the students of Phicelage High including them. They continued conversing concerning it as they were waiting for their subject teacher to get in.

***

In the same juncture, the grade 10 students of section A came to be a bit furious when they heard the news. What they knew the day before was that she was absent as they eavesdropped on what the teacher of grade 10 section A had announced in the class which is next to their room.

"This is so unbearable already." Samantha shouted as she's about to sit on her desk, dropping her sling due to annoyance.

"Is she that famous to be the talk of everyone? Yesterday she was absent and now - missing? This probably is an insane mockery." she just cannot keep her mouth shut and just say what she wants all the time. Her classmates suddenly stop talking and looked at her reacting in a bitter way like she often does. Such a rubbish expression of her has literally twitched the eyes of her classmates.

"Early today I saw Tyron recklessly walking his way to the office. He probably learns more regarding this matter." Chelsey silently adjoining her thoughts. She felt strange knowing she encountered this type of scenario starting from the day she began schooling in Phicelage High because she's a new student in their classroom.

Matthew perpetually came into the room ahead of time. They dubbed him as an early bird because of his punctuality. He has a plain look upon observing everyone's reaction.

He and Maori were too opposite to each other because Maori frequently come to school late. There's no reason their classmates could say they are associated. They are sitting far from each other, living in different neighborhoods and have diverse characteristics.

***

The day before that, Maori intersected with Zinniah at the coffee shop miles away from the school. He had planned to capture her before long and it was the day when he followed her from her house until she got in there. He pretended to be colliding with her in such a place and chit chatting about the upcoming school event. Little did she know it was a trap for her.

"Hey! Zinniah, right?" he lends his hand to her as he smiles like he is meeting an old friend.

"Uhh, yes. And who are you?" she was merely flabbergasted by him because he appears to be as if they are closely related.

"Just call me Matthew, my classroom is next to yours. It's why I knew you and besides, you are popular in our school.'' He seductively smiled towards her and she talks with him though she doesn't know him so well yet. He is a stranger to be precise.

However, they walk and talk until they are in the street where no one is around. It was when Matthew covered her mouth and dragged her to an empty old building. No one saw the act that he just did because he planned it so well all along with his anonymous associates.

***

Days and weeks have passed, the news of her disappearance has come to an end when the community sheriffs have found her dead body laid on the river of Majesta after the unstoppable hours of searching. The FBI also examined her including the location before she was put into the ambulance.

Anna is riding on her car going to school with the music on but then she steps on the break when she witnesses how they have Zinniah's dead body.

"This is so cruel" Anna mumbling herself as she shockingly freeze her hands on the swivel.

That day when she arrived at the school, she transmitted what she saw to her classmates, and as anticipated, the news has rapidly spread throughout the whole campus. There are other sources as well who are inducing and deducing several points of the contention. Some are saying she was raped and thrown, others are asserting she was kidnapped but was not claimed because of the high ransom.

Students' faces are a mixed of frown, crestfallen and sympathetic to Zinniah's family and friends. Her family are at grief because she died in awful and unfortunate means.

"Well, for me, I could say that she is blackmailing someone causing her death or probably she drowned by her debts and killed the men of the loan shark - just saying" Samantha burst out her sarcasm again. Several students do not agree with it.

"I don't think so, Samantha. She perhaps was persuaded or seduced by someone, don't you think?" Chelsey interrupted her for the first time. The rest of the students are just listening to both of them.

***

"Where is the truth from all of the rumors anyway?" Ashley is babbling by herself inside the classroom noticing she's the only one there because the others are not yet around. But she's not actually alone. There's these two people she talks with. They are secretly meeting themselves.

"Just let them be. They can never notice anything for sure." someone just responded with her in a deep husky voice. Such a person was certain of it. But someone also intercepted ---

"You must be sure of it or else you will be one of them sooner or later." another voice came from the other side of the room. That person was threatening the other to make sure they will not be compromised by the operation they are doing.

***

After the impactful event, the talks slowly faded as like nothing happened that connected to the school and its organization of students therein. Everything went back into place. Students are entering and exiting the campus everyday just as they usually did before the incident.

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