Chosen

To be cancelled, or not to be cancelled; that is the question

The security officer takes me into the Head Office and we walk to what looks like the conference office. When we enter, my whole art class is there, including Professor Stoney, who's face is temporarily stuck in the "stunned" manner. When I look around everyone is grave-stricken and melancholy. Someone was missing. Emarie, the class's over-optimistic, most sweet and generous classmate, was nowhere to be found. No wonder everyone was so down. She would always cheer us up. Everyone was huddled around Park Emerson, the most conceited girl in the world. I'd never seen her cry 'cause it messes up her "beauty face".
I hear a loud, exasperated sigh, which just turns out to be another student sniffling again.
"Ma'am, do you have any clue as to what happened in the Arts building?" asks the officer
"No clue," I say suddenly depressed, "What happened? Someone die?"
The red-headed boy in the corner looked up and sighed, "Not everything is a joke, Aua,"
"It wasn't-"
"Anyway, If you want to know what happened, you're gonna have to ask her."
He pointed to a small hooded figure, crouching down into a corner.
"She's not awake anymore now-we've asked her enough and I think she's tired. I don't want to press her."
"Is she Emarie's relative of some sort?"
"Just a foster sister, so technically, no. She's the closest relative to Emarie, way before Prof. Stoney adopted her."
"Cool.." I say, lowering my voice.
"Let's just walk and talk, okay? I'll tell you about the situation, in exchange for your whole reason for being here."
"No shit."