ENCHANTED 《Vol 1-2》

08

"Are you going to open the mail or am I?" Immaculate joked, anticipating the contents of the letter.

Camille asks uneasily, "OK, hang on. Are we really going to open this letter?"

"YES!" said everyone as they awaited the contents of the letter.

"What if it's a trick?" she wonders again, and Immaculate grabs the mail without hesitation and gently opens it.

"What does it say?" everyone wondered, as Camille remained dumbfounded.

Immaculate took a deep breath and read the letter out loud.

Dear Anne Friends,

I'm writing to inform you that I was the one who assassinated your beloved good friend; you don't know who I am yet, but you will shortly.

Are you having a good time figuring out who I am? I am, after all. I feel bad about killing Anne, but am I truly guilty? HA! You wish, seeing how scared you are and how much you miss your roommate. That is your punishment for wrecking my life, mainly yours, Alyssa.

Yes, I'm addressing you. How does it make you feel? Do you have a sense of what I'm going through? You've created a villain that will take your treasured closest friends one by one as a result of your actions.

I hope you came prepared because I'm going to start with the attractive ladies HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Sincerely,
Ms.S

"That's what it said, this person is coming for Alyssa and the rest of us girls. This is a death threat," Immaculate said, concerned. "We should keep an eye on whoever sent it, especially Alyssa. She hasn't fully recovered from the last incident, and we don't want her to have a heart attack with this letter," she added.

"My thoughts are to hide since I'm too young to die," Elvira stated as she went into the closet to hide.

"No one is going to die until we report it to the police station where we are, or either take the complaint or summon a detective," Camille sought to reassure Elvira.

"Yeah, reporting it to the cops or a detective would help us figure out who's trying to murder us," Elvira said as she cautiously emerged from the closet.

"But, wait," Immaculate remarked, "didn't Jelyn previously beg for help from the man Clydesdale contacted? Let's quickly call that person and send him the letter; we're also waiting for the fingerprint result."

Everyone nodded in agreement with Immaculate's offer. When the bell rang, everyone was frightened, and they raced out of the dorm to get to class. When they came and gently opened the door, their professor was already there, tapping her shoes and crossing her arms.

"Mr.Lawrence, Ms.Gabby, Mr.San Pedro, Ms.Cornell, Ms.Lago, and Ms.Irlandez, it's nice of you to join us, but you have the audacity to appear (looks at watch) 25 minutes late to my class," Ms.Brinley sarcastically stated.

"We're very sorry, Miss.Brinley," Camille apologized and bowed, and the rest soon followed.

"Well, since the late students disrupted our important conversation, let's continue with our topic," Ms.Brinley stated demeaningly. "The topic that we were discussing that you just interrupted was Understanding of the Self," she added while writing it on the board.