The murder at Brígs' sisterhood

Chapter 1- "She was so kind"

Well... at least there's a Library.

Charlie stared up at the three-storey high, gloomy school. Everything about the school was reminiscent of the classic, gothic, victorian architecture from 30 years ago. The sound of worn out gravel trickled behind him as his mother's car left the property and back onto the main road. How she got a hold of a new 1905 Ford, He will never know. He didn't look back to see her leave.

Charlie was a brunette with a lanky body type, something all the kids in Dublin city loved to point out.

Standing outside what he will call his home for the next 8 months, he thought about what led him to its doors. 

Charlie was never really called Charlie by anyone. Rather Maureen. He hated the name Maureen. Everytime someone called him that, it felt like he became more insignificant than he already thought he was. It was an accidental insult, one that lowers your heart, pricks your throat and dims your view. To him, Maureen was an identity everyone but him saw fit. Maureen's like was already planned out, Charlies had never begun. So when it became too much, who could blame him for cutting his own hair and trying on his dad's clothes. That was 2 weeks ago. 2 weeks ago, he saw himself in the mirror.

But that doesn't matter right now, now does it? A middle aged woman in a plain juniper dress opened the umber creaking doors and stepped out onto the steps. With every click from her flat boots, Charlie felt the tension rise, already knowing this woman is no-nonsense. Once they were eye-leveled, she stared at him, inspecting for any hope or optimism.

"Maureen Ní Dubhghaill"

"Yes Miss" Why does this feel so tense?

"Where is your Mother?"

"She was in a rush Miss" She wants nothing to do with me.

" Very well girl, My name is Miss Ní Flagherty and you may follow me.

girl

He did as he was instructed, picked up his crimson duffel bag and trod into this bleak, desaturated. As he entered the school, he started to realise. This will be his home. These creaking doors that stank to high-hell of unknown memories and tobacco, the sneering stares girls that made him feel ashamed of existing, the cedar stairs that lead to heaven and hell. He will one day have to call this home.

"This is Brígs' sisterhood boarding school for girls, Miss Ní Dubhghaill" said the teacher, continuing to pace up the hallway, without looking back "This institution is named after the great pagan goddess, Bríg and our ethos is that you act in her honour"

Charlie thought about Bríg. He remembered a growing up with her stories. But he never really did care for cut dry stories. He always loved mysteries and crime novels like Sherlock Holmes. Just something about never really knowing what would happen was exhilarating. 

"I'm bringing you to your dorm. You will receive your timetable and uniform shortly and will start tomorrow" The woman boomed this in such a tone as though it was the greatest inconvenience in the world for her  

"Lights turn off at 8:30pm, no going off school grounds. Breakfast is at 7am, Lunch is 1pm and dinner is 6pm. Understand?"

"Yes Miss" Charlie got to look around him as they were walking. He looked into a classroom of tired students looking reluctantly up at the chalkboard. He couldn't see exactly what they were learning but it was at least a language class. There was one student however, that was examining the board with interest. He couldn't see her face as it was covered by the black hair that reached her torso but he knew that she actually did love the language.

Charlie then looked out a yellowed, cracked window. A game of camogie was being played in the field. All the girls were enjoying themselves. There was laughing and yelling to others "Pass it!" "I'm open!""What was that?!". There was one girl that caught his attention, a tall blonde that almost always had the sliotar on her caman. She was laser-focused on the game and yet still having a laugh, though something said that this game was more important to her than others.

There seemed to be a million stairs leading up to his dorm. They finally arrived.

Ms.Ní Flagherty opened the door for Charlie and as he walked in, slammed the door like wind. There were two simple beds with mustard sheets, a cream coloured pillows and simple wooden drawers beside each. Two desks laid across from them. The interesting part of the room however was the girl on the left bed.