Secrets of Rosewood Academy

Shadows Unveiled: Identity Tangled

In the hustle and bustle of the police station, a sudden realization struck me like a thunderbolt—I had left my jacket behind. Panic set in as I tried to retrace my steps, but Myah, my companion, urged me to abandon it and buy a new one. A mere jacket, however, held more than just warmth; it was a keepsake from Amina, carrying her card and a piece of her memory.

"Crap," Myah muttered quietly, echoing the growing turmoil within me. Against her advice, we rushed back into the station, questioning officers about the missing jacket. Panic escalated when most denied seeing it, leaving me distressed.

Amidst the chaos, an officer emerged, concealing my jacket. "Asmaa, is this yours?" he inquired. Relief washed over me as I claimed it, but his next words cast a chilling shadow on the situation.

"We made a discovery. You're carrying around a dead person's ID. Why is that?" Stammering, I explained, "She gave it to me before she passed." Their suggestion to procure my own ID resonated, connecting dots to the Ofori's call and their suspicions of Amina's ID misuse.

Acknowledging their concerns, I promised to obtain a new ID. As I turned to leave, I expressed my urgency to return home. "I gotta get home; my mom would be so worried if I'm not there in time." The officer, however, insisted on clarifying my earlier statement.

"Did you say your mother?" he questioned, misunderstanding my reference to me being Amina. Frustration took hold as I corrected him, "I said my auntie. How did you get 'mother' from 'auntie'?" Despite the explanation, he persisted.

He walked towards me, emphasizing his point. "I clearly heard you say 'mom.'"

Growing impatient, I retorted, "I gotta go. Come on, Myah, let's go." The pressing questions lingered, but my need to escape the escalating situation with Myah took precedence.

In the cocoon of Myah's car, concern etched across my face, I couldn't shake the worry. "Myah, you think they know?" I questioned, anxiety lingering in my voice. She replied with a reassuring nod, "Yes, probably because you just messed up, but you did good," celebrating my evasion of a deeper probe with a high five.

As we navigated through the city streets, Myah posed a pivotal question. "Will you ever tell Kamari that you're Amina?" I hesitated, contemplating the tangled web of deception. "No, she doesn't need to know, but I'm suspicious about Esi," I admitted, uncertainty clouding my thoughts.

"Do you think she knows her parents have someone kidnapped her best friend?" Myah's inquiry echoed my own suspicions, deepening the layers of uncertainty.

"I need you to go in, transfer to Rosewood," I declared, my gaze locked on hers. She sighed, accepting the weight of the task ahead. "Alright, what am I doing?" Myah queried, her readiness shining through.

"You're going to be Mayah Oberene, the student since you're the same age as most students there, 17," I instructed, the gravity of the situation reflected in my serious expression. The veil of secrecy thickened as I unraveled a plan, weaving a tapestry of deception to unearth the shadows shrouding Rosewood.

"Get close to everyone and become the perfect student. Don't break character because, at that school, they like to push you over the limit," I warned Myah about the challenging dynamics of Rosewood Academy.

"Can I bring some friends?" she inquired.

"Sure, why not?" I smiled at her, aware of the mischief her friends were capable of, remembering their exploits from their previous school.

"Expose everything, but don't make it obvious because the admins like to lie. I would like you to make Esilie look bad as a person. I know Kamari and Tamru are going to stick up for her," I added, a devious smile playing on my lips as I outlined the strategic moves in our intricate game of deception. The stage was set for Myah to infiltrate Rosewood, unraveling its secrets from within.

I didn't even realize we got to my house. Myah dropped me off and said, "See you at Rosewood."

I entered the house, contemplating the significant role I was about to play. Reader, let me unveil the complexity of this scheme—I was going to be a teacher at Rosewood. Yes, I faked my teaching license because I needed this cover for my intricate plan.

As soon as I entered, my mom and Kamari ran up to hug me.

"I have really good friends of your sister, Auntie," I replied, addressing Kamari's question. As I spoke, I glanced at my auntie, who reciprocated with a warm, tight hug.

"You remind me of my own daughter," she remarked, a sentiment that brought a smile to my face.

"I'm going upstairs," I informed Kamari, gesturing for her to follow. She caught on quickly.

"I told her I need you to pretend when you go to school," I informed Kamari.

"Why?" she questioned me, a furrow forming on her forehead.

"Because of this," I reached into my drawer and pulled out a notebook, handing it to her. As she opened it, shock painted her expression.

"OMG, I'm in here. Operation Rose had my thorne cut off?" She questioned me about the meaning and the owner of the notebook.

"It says it on the front," I responded, closing the book and presenting it to her.

"This book belongs to Amina Kowg." Her eyes widened as the realization of the notebook's origin sank in. "What? It's Amina's?"