The Crestwood Academy

Chapter 5: A Mysteries Morning

The morning sun cast a warm glow over the school grounds, illuminating the surroundings with its gentle rays. The air was filled with a delightful freshness, carrying the promise of a new day. The dormitory rooms stood peacefully, nestled amidst lush greenery and vibrant flowers, providing a serene backdrop to the events about to unfold.Nooram stirred from his slumber as Rashid gently shook him awake. Recognition dawned on Nooram's face, and without a second thought, he pulled Rashid into a tight embrace. "Rashid! What the hell happened? Where were you?" Nooram questioned, his voice filled with a mix of relief and concern. Motha stood behind them, watching the reunion unfold, a smile adorning his face.

After Nooram released Rashid from the hug, Motha quickly shared, "Last night, I heard someone knocking on the door, and when I opened it, there stood Rashid. I was shocked to see him there in the darkness. We exchanged hugs, and after making sure he was alright, we went back to sleep."

Eager to understand the events of the previous day, Motha posed the question to Rashid, "So, Rashid, what the hell happened yesterday after class?" Rashid recounted his experience, explaining how he received a note that simply said, "Come to the bleachers near the sports field." He remembered walking there, but beyond that point, his memory became hazy. The next recollection he had was waking up next to the foundation between the dorms in the middle of the night.

Perplexed, Nooram's brow furrowed as he asked, "Why did you leave in such a rush if it was just a note?" Rashid shook his head in confusion, replying, "In my memory, I don't recall rushing."Motha then questions "Do you feel any physical discomfort? Or anything different with your body? Losing your memory ain't something you see everyday". Rashid nodded and responded, "When I woke up at the fountain, I felt completely drained of energy like I just did a 5 km run, and I feel much weaker than I usually do in the morning."

Suggesting a course of action, Nooram hesitantly says "How about we go visit Nurse Sarah during the break, and get Rashid checked up?". Motha, then replies with a smug face. "Are you sure it's because of Rashid, or do you just miss seeing her pretty face?". Nooram blushes and denies it shyly, causing everyone to laugh. After the lighthearted moment, Rashid asked, "So, what happened while I was gone?"

Motha begins explaining the events, "Well, first we noticed you disappeared in a rush as soon as class ended, and I saw you were heading towards the west wing..."

After a short period of explaining, "And then Rumman left, acting suspiciously."

Motha the continues and brings up the point about the unfamiliar teacher who prevented them from going upstairs to the west wing. "You know, despite being in this school for almost two months, I've never seen that teacher before," Motha remarks, a hint of concern in his voice.Rashid suggests "That's weird, but maybe he's a teacher from a different wing, you should ask Amna about it, she has basically all the teacher's faces memorized". He adds a playful remark, "Probably wants to find all the handsome teachers." To which, everyone grins.

Laughter fills the room as they enjoy the moment of levity. Motha's focus returns, and he says, "Wait, Rashid, do you still have that note?"

Rashid nods and retrieves the crumpled note from his pocket, handing it to Motha.

Nooram takes a glance at the note and jokingly comments, "That handwriting is literal garbage. How did you even manage to read that?"

Rashid laughs, and playing along, he adds, "It looks as horrible as Rumman's handwriting!"

Everyone chuckles, finding humor in the light-hearted banter. However, Motha's expression turns serious as a realization dawns on him. "What if it really is Rumman's handwriting?" The room falls silent, and a sense of unease washes over them.

Just then, the school bell rings, snapping them out of their contemplation. Rashid exclaims, "Shit, we have only 15 minutes left to get ready!"

Motha and Nooram exchange puzzled looks, having heard Sir Vincent announce the previous day that the bell would indicate 30 minutes, not 15. They sense that something is off with Rashid today.Nooram tries to ask Rashid about it, "Wasn't it 30 mi-?", but Motha stops him from completing his question.

Rashid proceeds to look at Motha, with a glance filled with confusion, to which Motha says "It's nothing dw."

Rashid replies "Alright, then I'ma go and get ready, see you guys later!."

After Rashid leaves the room, Nooram moves closer to Motha and whispers, "Why did you stop me? Didn't Sir Vincent announce yesterday in class that the bell would indicate 30 minutes, not 15? How did he forget that?"

Motha's face turns grim, and he replies, "Forget it for now. I don't know myself, but something feels really off with Rashid today."

Nooram nods in agreement and suggests, "Let's figure that out later. For now, let's go and get ready."

Both Nooram and Motha leave the room, to prepare themselves for the day ahead.

After half an hour, the sound of students shuffling into the classroom begins. One by one, they take their seats, exchanging greetings and engaging in light conversations.The atmosphere in the room becomes livelier as the anticipation for the day's lessons grows.

The classroom they preside in is well-designed and organized, with desks arranged neatly in rows. Colorful educational posters adorn the walls, providing a visually stimulating environment. Natural light pours in through large windows, creating a bright and inviting atmosphere. The room feels spacious and comfortable, allowing students to focus on their studies. Outside the windows, the schoolyard can be seen, adding a sense of liveliness to the surroundings. It's a conducive setting for learning and collaboration among the students.

Various noises fill the classroom as students chatter and laugh. Amna and Yannie can be heard discussing the comical possibility of Amna tripping on a banana peel.

Nooram, Motha, and Rashid rush into the classroom and take their seats. Shortly after, Sir Vincent walks in, catching Amna's attention with his undeniable charm and intelligence. She can't help but stare at him, lost in admiration.

Sir Vincent, with a warm smile lighting up his face, enters the classroom and greets the eager students with his familiar presence. His voice resonates with a friendly tone as he says, "Good morning, everyone." The students respond in unison, returning the greeting with enthusiasm and respect.

Sir Vincent's voice carries a tone of anticipation as he announces, "Today, we have something special happening. We will be welcoming a new student to our class. A very special student."