Out of Time

Chapter 3: Classroom

As you enter their classroom, rows piled upon rows of exquisitely neat desks, students started occupying their comfy seats where their name is indicated.

Montgomery, Montgomery, Montgomery. There you are! Azriella fastens her eyes to her seat with her name tag on it.

"This is where we part Ms. Montgomery." Eli tapped her shoulders and proceeds to her seat with her surname.

The scents of different perfumes, combined with the robust and powerful fragrance of adjacent flower nectar seep down their nasal cavity. In a similar fashion, the morning breeze almost sweeps them off their feet to perhaps welcome them to the magnificent place they call their classroom.

Approaching steps became louder each second.

"Hey!" Hands appeared in her sight but Azriella didn't bother to look at where the hands came from, instead, she started organizing her things and reading her opened book. 

"Well, this is a good start." He retreated his hands and sat beside her.

The last student who entered the door made the whole room a loud nature, everyone chirped like birds. 

"Max." Someone whispered with full admiration in her tone. 

It made Azriella tilt her head and lose her focus making her look in his direction.

Her seatmate annoyingly looked at her. "Oh, but he got your attention."

"Fuck off." She rolled her eyes off of his sight.

"Okay chill Ms. Grumpy." He sniggers.

A professor entered the room and started writing on the neat board, his arched back against the engaged students.

History Class
Angelo Davis Ikia

"My name is Angelo Davis Ikia, I only give my full name to my students. So keep it a secret between us. I am your professor in history, but unfortunately, students hate me. So please don't hesitate to call me Prof. Adi it makes me younger." He declared as he place down his pen.

"As what you're expecting my dear students, these are your permanent seats but don't worry your seatmate won't be your forever project buddy like some high school romances you watch in movies." He went through his big drawer and picked up a big pile of folders. 

"Boys in row 3 I can use some help." They distributed some folders to the whole class. 

"We are not starting this day with an introduce yourself, because we have a lot of time to get to know each other. Instead, we're solving this unsolved mystery made by the greatest history professor in this school." He bowed and paid himself respect.

Azriella saw in the mirror beside him that Marshall keeps taking glances at her.

Students saw the folder and had a murder case written on the front page.

"Don't worry, that is fictional." He laughed at their sigh of relief. 

"Browse people, I don't want you wasting my time. I give you thirty minutes to solve that case. First buddies who will answer it will have this cute pink potato."

"I'm Zacharius but everyone calls me Zach." He introduced himself. She looked at him and went back to reading and analyzing the papers. Zach sighed and took the paper out of Azriella's hand. she was left hanging.

"What the?" Zach shushed her and went back to reading the papers.

A teenage girl was reported dead by her mother with a phone with a voice record in one hand and a gun in the other. When the police came in, they immediately played the 5 seconds recorded voice on the phone. She said "I have nothing else to live for. I can't go on." Then a sound of a gunshot.