Wednesday. It's now Wednesday and after that inconvenience, I was left terrified. I'm sure everyone else was too. I never expected something like this to happen at this school, though I had a strange feeling it would happen which scares me. I now feel unsafe. A murder is on the loose. Who wouldn't feel safe? I took deep breaths and calmed myself down. After I calmed down I was able to concentrate. A few classes later I left the class for the bathroom. I was cautious and walked into the bathroom. It was quiet. Too quiet. I was getting nervous about how quiet it was. I walked to the sink and washed my face. I heard the sobbing again. I turned around and saw nothing so I dried my face off and quickly walked back to class. What really happened to that student? Why did that thought suddenly pop up in my head? Odd. But other than that I managed to finish school and headed to my therapy session. Once I arrived I was greeted by my therapist. I was relieved to see her. I asked if she heard the news. Apparently she didn't. So I explained to her what happened and how I felt. She asked how I was feeling now. I told her I felt scared and uneasy of my surroundings and I'm more cautious now than before. She could understand where I was coming from and gave me some advice and managed to calm me down. I feel more relaxed now. I asked her if she was anyone else's therapist? She had other students other than me but then she said I was the most important one out of everyone else. I felt special. I suddenly thought of how that girl looked during the announcements. It's like she didn't seem worried or scared at all. She was just, how do I explain it? She seemed suspicious.
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Who Was She?
TerrorIn the 1930s, in a highschool called Ashford Academy. A journalist by the name Esther Charlene shares her experiences at the school. Esther was an interesting one. She always hated school, until sudden mysterious death's happened in the school. She...
