Secrets of Rosewood Academy

Veiled Deceptions: Unmasking the Shadows

Green, a nice color, is usually what people wear when they are feeling guilty, I mused with a sigh. Esi's mom brushed off my comment, replying, "The only guilt I feel is not paying attention to Esi's older sister, kicking her out and selling her apartment."

Perhaps I was wrong; let's go for dinner at your house. I'll call Asmaa.

I hopped into their car, and when we arrived, Asmaa was already waiting for us. Together, we entered the house, and Asmaa took off her jacket. As the evening unfolded, Esi's mom noticed marks on Asmaa's arms, catching her off guard. Asmaa explained, "Oh, these? I got them when I was in culinary class at school. I accidentally cut myself."

Esi's mom questioned her response, saying, "I thought they teach you how to use knives over there?" She walked up for a closer look, marveling, "Wow, these cuts are like 3-5 years old. How old are you again?" Asmaa chuckled lightly, "I'm 19 years old." Then, Esi's mom inquired about the school's name, and Asmaa, hesitating, claimed she forgot.

Esi's dad intervened, revealing, "Actually, I looked you up, and you have no results, which means none one by that name exist" Asmaa responded, "With all due respect, Mr. Ofori, you probably mixed me up with my cousins. We have the same middle name, but my real name is Asmaa Inarra Kowg. Now, research that."

To break the tension, Kamari interjected, "Can we just eat? I'm hungry." Esi and Kamari headed to the kitchen, and she volunteered to help with the food. As we prepared dinner, I suggested calling my relatives, knowing they wouldn't know any. Nevertheless, both Mr Ofori and Mrs. Ofori pulled out their phones and dialed a number. The conversation unfolded, with them asking, "Do you know Asmaa Inarra Kowg?" The response on the other end was a simple, "No, no one by that name." We thanked them, and an air of uncertainty lingered in the room.

"What does this prove? I don't even know who's that?" Asmaa questioned. Mrs. Ofori responded, "That's Kamari's mom's younger sister." Mr Ofori,  replied, "She don't know who you are."

Asmaa rolled her eyes at the couple's revelation, and a sigh escaped her lips.  Mr and Mrs. Ofori, having seen this before , Asmaa simply rolled her eyes at the couple's words, recognizing the truth in the age-old advice.

Then I heard sirens outside, and the door swung open for the police. "Asmaa, you're arrested for identity theft. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say will be used against you in court." Kamari, alarmed by the commotion, rushed in, shouting, "What's going on? Where are you taking my cousin?" Esi intervened, stating, "She's not your cousin; she's pretending. I told my parents about her, and we planned to catch her. We had her arrested  for identity theft." Kamari, unwilling to believe, resisted, yelling, "Let go of my cousin!" One of the cops pushed her back.

Asmaa yelled, "Don't push her!" as they took her away to the police station. During the questioning, she maintained silence, refusing to cooperate. Myah, appearing at the police station, bailed her out. The mystery surrounding Asmaa deepened as her silence only fueled the curiosity about her true identity.

Leaving, Myah asked  if Asmaa was okay. "Thank you, that was a close call. Now, tell me what happened?" Myah approached her and whispered, "I think they also run Weskvile too because one student and teacher are having an inappropriate relationship." The revelation added another layer to the unfolding mystery, connecting the illicit activities to a seemingly reputable institution.