The massive wooden doors of the school's grand auditorium opened. The hall was adorned with elegant banners and floral arrangements in the school's colours, white and royal blue. At the centre of the stage, a large screen displayed the La Rose High logo.
The students, dressed in their uniforms, took their seats; the silence was aggravating.
"La Rose High Private Institute is a school where we accept learners of all ages, races, and backgrounds. Two days ago, we were saddened to have found one of our scholarship students dead in the school's dustbin."
Students of La Rose High sat shocked at the statement Headmaster Hart made. Their faces bunched into a disgusted sneer. Others snagged out their phones. If it were two days ago, why hasn't The Watch posted as such? It is definitely newsworthy now that the history professor has been jailed.
"Quiet now," the headmaster ordered, and everyone lowered their voices.
"It is our solemn duty to inform you about the investigations being made. We have made this discovery by an anonymous tip. Two days ago, at exactly 8 a.m., the school received a message from an unknown number. As far as we are concerned, the death of Kelly Owens was a homicide."
The faces in the crowd were a canvas of raw emotion—wide eyes filled with disbelief and horror, mouths slightly agape as if struggling to process the gravity of the situation. Some students clutched their hands to their mouths.
All eyes turned to the student who had risen from his seat, pointing an accusatory finger at Headmaster Hart. The student's voice trembled with a mixture of anger and fear, but the words were clear: "You killed Kelly Owens!"
Headmaster Hart's face paled, his usually composed demeanor cracking under the weight of the shocking accusation. He raised his hands defensively, his voice firm but strained. "That is absolutely untrue! I had nothing to do with Ms. Owens death!"
"So what? Do you want us to attend school when there is a murderer on campus?" He raised his voice, his British accent loud and clear.
"Sit down, young man, the authorities—"
"My father is a lawyer, and he owns the biggest law firm within UK borders. Is it not a crime to hide an untruthful statement?"
Students carefully listened to his words, but he did tell the truth with the last sentence. The school hasn't been all truth with the students, and it showed when the headmaster received the message two days ago. Stressed The headmaster adjusted his rectangular glasses and cleared his throat.
"It is not an untruthful statement."
"Then tell us who killed Kelly." He shouted
Everyone in the room looked at the headmaster. His dark blue eyes searched the eyes of his fellow students. To be fair to answer, he looked down at the written oral the school board wrote for him.
"I—"
"See, Headmaster has no idea who killed Emma; for all we know, he could have helped the history professor!" The boy was accused.
"Now that is just absurd!" Headmaster Hart shouted.
The hall erupted into chaos. Students began shouting, some in support of the accusation, others in disbelief. Chairs scraped against the floor as more students stood up, their faces flushed with emotion. Some rushed towards the accusing student, either to offer support or to silence him, while others crowded around Headmaster Hawthorne, demanding answers. Teachers tried in vain to restore order, but their voices were drowned out by the growing commotion.
Miles tried to find recognized eyes, but his were not in the assembly. Soon his eyes found Dina's, and she sat across from him on the very last row. They both glanced at each other without saying a word to one another.
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Royals
Mystery / Thriller"the watch" - an infamous app that tracked the lives and scandals of the elite, revealing secrets and exposing indiscretions with ruthless efficiency. In a world where rich kids have everything, parents who have connections to every known political...
