The Ghost Of You

VI

"Tragedy in life normally comes with betrayal and compromise, and trading on your integrity and not having dignity in life. That's where failure comes."
-Tom Cochrane

Oh.

My.

God.

How did that note come into my locker? How did the other note get into my cabinets? Each note had a different type of font that didn't seem as if they were anyone I knew had.

"Well, that was intense," said Andrew, right behind my shoulders.

"How did this even get in my locker?" I said, asking someone who doesn't even know either.

He just shrugged and walked back to the locker, reading the textbook in hand.

I scoffed, knowing that he's more into the information in the text book than the actual mission he's kind of doing. I continued to look at the letter, seeing that it's the same color pen. Like that'd actually help me in the situation. It was all block like in the beginning where it sounded all...menacing, but then it goes back to the same similar font as the last one.

I stuck the letter in my pocket, cleaned all the stuff up from my locker and headed over to Drew. He was still reading the first the thing he pulled out of the locker.

"What do you got there?" I asked.

Drew continued to read through the books as he ignored me. Standing right in front of him, I slapped the book down, making it fall out if his hands and to the ground. The impact echoed all through the hallways.

He looked up with such dismay and said,"Why'd you do that!? I was reading, you idiot."

"Did you forget what the hell we were doing in the first place?" I scoffed.

"I was...thoroughly looking through this textbook."

"You're not going to find shit in each letter Andy-Drew. I kinda want to take this seriously, you know?"

He snickered,"You? Seriously? That's hilarious.

Rolling my eyes, I've decided to look through Warren's locker instead, as Drew picked up the book off the ground.

There's only the essentials in his locker, which was pretty surprising. He wasn't apparently the kind to decorate his locker for the whole school year, unlike most people who doll it all up with mirrors or pictures, like I kind of did.

Then I moved on to the next lockers, waiting for the Psychic to finish his quick reading and put away the stupid book. Everytime I went through each of my friend's locker, he'd read the damn textbooks. How ironic how the tables have turned, I've became serious about this shit! So fucking shocking.

So far, I didn't find anything that could've been harming or supportive to the mission. Only a blue pen that was similiar to the letters in Maison's locker. Even if finding the pen that matched the letter, we shouldn't jump to conclusions.

After cleaning up our mess of invesigations throughout eat locker, we headed over to Serena's locker.

I pretty much remember Serena's locker from top to bottom. I'd always meet her by her locker and talk about anything until there was class. Her locker was pretty much a scrapbook with no sense of space. Like seriously, she has never heard of clutter. Most of the pictures consisted of me and her kissing, hugging, or just goofy lookin' pictures.

I opened her locker and almost started crying. I really wanted to cry. I just wanted to jump into the picture and live back the memories like a time traveler. Did time travelers ever think about redoing memories?

I didn't touch the images, trying to avoid seeing the memory come to my head. Apparently the avoidable is unavoidable.

My elbow touched a picture, sending a sudden flash into my head.

It was dark, with only a tv flashing. We were both on the couch, Serena asleep in my arms as I continue to watch the movie. The way Serena slept was gracefully loud, like she made these small snores but looked completely content and calm. God she looked adorable, I remember taking this picture. I pecked her on the cheek so I wouldn't wake Serena and took a picture.

I let out a long deep breath, and continued my search.

After ten minutes thoroughly searching through her locker, I found another note in one of her books. It was pink paper, with thick letters and inky penmanship.

"Hey I found something!" I hollered.

Forgetting that Drew was next to me, he screamed back a long,"OKAY!" And waited patiently for me to read it.

"Dear my darling Serena Taylor Haile,

You are the highlight of my life. You have no idea how much you mean to me. When you walked into my life, it was like a wonderful whirlwind of happiness, grace and love. Your kisses are blessings, your hugs make everything flutter and that amazing smile of yours will always brighten up my day. Serena, I want you to stay in my life forever, for I cannot imagine a single day without you my love. I love you."

Then something flashed into my brain. Something I never wanted to see in my entire life. While I was alive, I saw my very own girlfriend, kissing Hunter Delasarias. I saw myself fall to my knees, screaming stop, when the memory dissipated.

"Wow McCallaghan, you got a way with words there you know."

Silence.

He took the paper out of my hand and noticed my expression.

Silence.

"Hey Quint, what's wrong?"

"That isn't my letter."

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Jokes, hey short author note, start heading over to the next chapter cause' I felt nice you know? And I hate keeping you guys waiting...kinda.

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