My dear teacher...

2. our first meeting

I remember the day very well when I first time met her. I was just 8years old. When my mom came to pick me up from school. Then she drove me to a stranger's house. The house was cute. Very cute. Pink and white paint and varities of flowers and plants decorated the house.

It also had a backyard garden. In that garden there was a swing. The white swing was occupied by a relatively older girl then me. She was 15 or something.

I vividly remember her being sad. And I pulled my mom's long shirt's sleeves and said" mom, why is this girl so sad?"

My mom said" who?"

Then she looked at her for sometime and went inside the house.

Sometime later an older woman like my mom's age came out and talked to my mom.

Then she called someone named....
FREEN.

that same girl from the garden came out. And my mom talked to her about something. Finally saw a smile on her face. Then she looked at me and smiled.

Then she came to me and said," wow you like to draw?"

I nodded while still being really confused.

My mom left after telling me to behave. And not to cry.

I was far from it. I was mesmerized by her looks. She was so beautiful radiant. Looked like her smile can heal a thousand wounds.

I looked at her back while she took me to her bedroom. There was a small bed. And around it on the wall was so many beautiful drawings. They were displayed on the wall. I was amazed by how beautiful her drawings are.

Her bookshelf also have many books.

She finally spoke to me," don't be scared or sad. We'll have fun learning drawing."

" Are you my drawing teacher?"

" Yea."

" What should I call you then?"

" You can call me p'freen. What's you name little one.?" She smiled putting her hand on my head.

" Rebecca Patricia Armstrong!"

" Wow! Such a big name for a little girl. How about I call you becca."

" Okay." I smiled.

" Okay n'becca.

After that I went to her house every Sunday. It eas my funday. Whenever I went to her house she would cook me sweet dessert. And some times she would sit right beside me and she would watch me draw. I would draw as good as possible to impress her.

Whenever I was with her she'd laugh. Smile and sometime she give me a little pat on my head. Her smell was so good. I still remember it.

I loved going to her house.

Her house was also filled with toys and books. And aunty loved me. If sometimes she was not home so aunty would let me in and we would have tea.

Just like that three years spent. I knew p'freen would still be waiting for me at her home. But one day I went to p'freen's home. But it was locked.

Someone said they moved away. I said to my mom. She said she'll try to contact her. But never got lucky. I still remember I cried so much that day.
I was so upset I never drew in my live ever.

After that when ever I passed her house I thought about her. A cartain pain in the left part of my chest start occurring. Sometimes a drop of tears fell too.

Then I moved away for college and never went back to my home town. So I forgot about her totally.

But p'freen always had a special place in my heart. That's how I could recognise her after so many years. Her eyes, her smell, her lips havn't changed a bit. But her smile yeah! That changed. She doesn't smile a bit now. And what's with her murder charges?

Sexual assault...?

What happened to the beautiful innocent girl I knew?

What happened in all these years?

How was she convicted....?

I need answers.

I have to know the truth.

Back to present....

I woke up in my teacher's office. Lying on a couch.

" Rebecca you... You disappointed me. I thought you'll be confident. But you fainted before even we started. Do you know how ashamed I was...?" He looked angry.

I was very very scared but not about him being angry. He is short with a short temper. He is always angry. But he never got angry with me. I am his favourite student to say.

" I am sorry. I was a bit... Distracted by..."

" By the defendant?" He asked.

" Yea.!"

" She is beautiful. But not that much that you have faint. I mean you are more beautiful than her." He said in his seriously voice.
Was he complimenting me. Or scolding me for me being beautiful.

" No not that mr. B. It's just. I know her from my childhood."

" I don't care. Make sure to keep calm next time. Or you're out of the case."

Out of the case...!!

I absolutely cannot be out of the case.
I have to be in this case. I have to know what what happened to p'freen. Why she became like this?

" Hey! Rebecca! Wake up...!"

" Sorry... Mr. B! I'll keep that in mind next time. I'll stay strong. "

" Okay get out now. And make get to the briefing now....!"

" Okay! Mr. B."

I left the office fast with her file.

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