The Alphabet Theory

Chapter 3

Before I could return to the dining hall, all the students lined up in order of their year with a teacher at the front and back of each line, heading to prayers. The group of non-Christians went back to their houses and engaged in lively conversations with their friends. Among the crowd, I noticed the blondie and the Tanya Smith girl walking silently. I needed to follow them to see where they would go. Sure enough, they went into Felix Hall. I ran to dorm number three and began searching for any clues that could lead me to them. As I was searching under the chairs, I heard feet running up the stairs and quickly jumped into the wardrobe. It was Tanya and Blondie. Making out. I also discovered that Blondie had a name. Chloé. The sight made me want to gouge out my own eyes.

They both stopped making out and went back to the common room so I took my chance to escape. I noticed a slightly open window and decided that was my way of escaping Felix Hall dorm room number three.

As I opened the window to exit, I had yet another stupid idea and climbed onto the ledge. I peered over the edge of the second-story ledge and decided to jump onto the pipe and crawl onto the roof. The slanted roof was by far the most dangerous and idiotic thing I had ever done. I scooted across the roof and hid behind the chimneys so that no one saw me. There was an open window that led to a bathroom cubicle and I dropped myself onto the closed toilet seat. Just as I was about to open the cubicle door, I heard a masculine voice saying something about Mr. Wilson having an affair with Ms. Smith.

It turns out that I had mistakenly entered the boy's bathroom. Great. Yet another embarrassing situation I had found myself in. I checked my watch, which read eight o'clock and heard the footsteps go out of the bathroom and took my chance to leave. As I walked out, Vincent noticed that my knee was bleeding and there was coal dust on my shoe.

" None of your god damn business," I scowled and I could feel his judgment seeping from his eyes and mouth. Vincent nodded and turned to go, but I stopped him by yelling out "Wait!" He turned back to face me and it was only then that I noticed the gap between our heights.

'You've been in this school since you were twelve, right? That means you know a lot about the people who go here. Do you have any information on some people in my cousin's friend group? Their names are Beatrice Clearmont, Chloé Dunne, and Tanya Smith. What do you have on them?"I asked glaring at him. He was infuriatingly tall for his age. like 5 foot 11. I am only 5 foot 6 ish. so I had to sort of look up at his stupid face.

'Yeah, People trust me with those kinds of things secrets and such. I've heard some rumours. Why d'you wanna know?' He questioned and he made me deeply regret what I was going to do.

'Okay perfect, now brostaigí suas. I have a murder to solve.' I grabbed his jumper collar and dragged him up to my dorm room. I stopped in my tracks when I saw Cassie and a girl with pink and purple hair chatting over a bag of Doritos.

'I didn't know you were going to bring a friend over. Me and Elle can just go to the balcony to talk, you and Vincent can stay put. Come on Elle.' She motioned to the balcony door and the Elle person followed her out. I sat on my bed and made room for him to sit as well. I got out my casebook and got out a pen.

' What were they like? Tell me everything you heard, saw or knew about them. Now.' I said. He told me a lot.

That they were control freaks, that they were widely known homophobes since they were said homophobes it was the idea of Alyssa that they kick Tanya Smith out of the group when she caught her kissing some random girl in her dorm room. [That was the motive for revenge]

Apparently, the brunette girl was Beatrice Clearmont and she idolized Alyssa and was completely under her evil spell. He nicknamed them the ABC group after Tanya Smith got kicked out from the group, which was quite clever actually. Their names went; A.B, B.C, C.D and D.E. I scribbled all of this down as fast as I could which wasn't very fast actually.

' Is there a reason that you want to know all of this or is it just for knowledge purposes?' He commented and looked over my shoulder to get a view of my casebook.

'You should get going now, I would die if people started thinking that we were dating. I do not need another reason to die. Leave now.' I scowled.

'Oh, right. You're totally right.' He mumbled, rubbing his neck, jumped up and I swear to god he looked so awkward that I felt awkward too. He left the room with Elle trailing behind him.

I needed to process everything that has happened today but all that I could think about was what Vincent said at the train station.

I am a freak. My very own father thought that I was a sinner. My mam hated me. Vincent hated me. Alyssa hated me when she was alive. I had lied to two detectives. Twice to their faces. I wanted to die. I wondered what it would be like to die. I'm going to die someday. Maybe I'd die the next day. I want to die. Maybe the murderer will kill be next.

I hate myself. I hate myself. I hate myself. I hate myself. I hate myself.

I want to die.