She's a criminal

Chapter 3

The next morning I was now looking for someone named Kenya Bayley who could possibly be a suspect. I looked through the yearbook pictures and couldn't find her. She must be a new student because these are the recent yearbook pictures. I was in English class when someone walked into the classroom. I looked up from my desk and saw a girl with dark skin, curly hair, and a nice body I would kill for. "Everyone this is your new classmate Kenya Bayley", Mrs. Taylor announced. The colors drained from my face as I stared at her.

"Why don't you sit over there next to the girl in the blue shirt", said Mrs. Taylor. I was the girl with the blue shirt. I wanted to yell at Mrs. Taylor. Please don't let her sit next to me; she could possibly be a murderer. But no, instead of what I should have said I just smile at her as she takes a seat next to me. Well, at least I'm not the only black girl in this class anymore.

Class was finally over and Jake was walking toward me. "Hey," he said. He looked really nice today with his black hair, white T-shirt, black jeans, and that damn smile. "Hi Jake", I replied looking at the floor. I wanted to say you look nice today but then I remembered his ex-best friend's boyfriend. After finally looking up I wondered if was he grieving his girlfriend, I mean did they get far in their relationship that they were in love?

"Do you think you can help me with something," he said. "Yeah what is it '', "I have to show you" he responds. "The bell is about to ring any minute", I said." I'll be quick I promise." There was an empty classroom next to us and he pushed me there. "Okay, so you know my girlfriend is supposed to be missing right?", "yeah what about it," I said looking concerned. "At 11 pm last night, I got a text from her." What did it say?", I question. There is no way that text is from her. I know they haven't confirmed that she's dead but she obviously doesn't want to be found or maybe she's just being held captive. He ran his hand through his hair, "The text just says hi ''. "Why didn't you take this to the police?", "I asked." I'm not sure if it's from her and I don't feel comfortable talking to the police about this."

"Okay, meet me after school at my house and you can try calling her to see if she answers", I whispered. I don't know why I was whispering like someone was watching us. He nodded and then it just got quiet. "Well see you later then", he said. I didn't even get a chance to respond before he walked out of the classroom.