This is a filler chapter to allow me some time to gather my thoughts and ideas for the next chapter, which I'll say; I'm looking forward to writing. And it's also to quench your thirst for more!
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The incident; furthermore.
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📗 𝓜𝓲𝓼𝓼 𝓖𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓮 📗
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Miss Grace didn't even know what she'd do if something was wrong once she stepped closer to the source of the screaming she heard, the sound of her heels stepping into place rung throughout the hallway.
What would she do? She had her stun gun, but it wouldn't do much against a large threat. She's essentially walking into everything blind. Her hand lingered over her skirts pocket, once she got close to a hallway that hovered between Alice's room and the rest of the seemingly normal school.
She was met with the gruesome sight of Miss Thavel, her (not so) childhood friend hunched over a mangled corpse she had to assume was Miss Bloomie. There was blood all over the tiled floor, and over Thavels hands and face. She couldn't help the tears pricking at her eyes.
She immediately rushed to Thavels side, first staring at the lifeless body of Miss Bloomie, then to the disheveled and confused form of Miss Thavel. "Thav, what have you done? What have you done?" She asked desperately, the emptiness in her friend's eyes was strange and alarming, unfamiliar and not at all welcomed.
She could barely hear the response Thavel tried to give, only focused on making sure that the woman was alright and unharmed. "Shh, don't worry, Thav. Gray is going to hide the body." She spoke softly and calmly to her friend, not wanting to further startle her.
She pulled the deer woman into her arms to give her a reassuring squeeze before pulling away and grabbing onto the corpse that had been dug into, she hated blood. It was messy, smelled horribly, and was hard to clean out of clothing once stained.
Miss Grace was the principal, the principal of such a school as this. How would she explain the disappearance of the teacher? How could she even explain the mess? What would she do? How could she dispose of the corpse?
Her mind went back to the days of her early high school days with Miss Thavel and recalled how she would get rid of accidental deaths like these. (Key word is accidental. She knows Thavel would never do that on purpose.)
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The corpse was eventually cut up into harmfully small pieces, she cooked the flesh until it was disgustingly charred, which would hide the evidence enough. She had a garden at her house, so she'd figured that she'd bury the charred pieces of meat near her flowers, and even planted a flower with the remains.
Disgusting.
She was cleaning up her home and getting the smell of burning flesh out the warm and otherwise cozy house when her wife returned. She didn't expect that to happen so soon, she wasn't even done airing out the house.
"Grace! Are you cleaning the house?" Called Miss Emily's lovely voice from the living room. Shit. I don't have enough time. Her thoughts pounded in her mind before simply sighing, opting to take off her rubber gloves she used to clean. "Yes! I'm in the kitchen, my dear." She yelled into the air, knowing that her darling wife had a bit of a hearing problem.
This is fine, she won't know. It's alright.
She convinced herself that the whole situation wouldn't repeat itself, that she wouldn't have to repeat these old habits of hiding bodies and evading police officers.
Boy was she wrong.
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