I Only Know How To Love

22: Cashmere

The night before was the Celebration of The Arts, and Jack had raped me a second time. It's really a third time, because the second time it was alleged, but stopped by Jason. I miss Jason; he was nice. One part of me still thinks that he shouldn't have died. After the incident the previous night, Mrs. Dan took me to the hospital. If you must know, Mrs. Dan's first name is Rebecca. She doesn't like it when students call her that, but I know of it when I had to email her about certain situations about payment in dance. Mr. Jazler's first name is Aaron. I was allowed to call him by that name at Jazz camps in the past. I'm in his jazz band along with Lana, Bobby, Ben, Chris, Steven, Amanda, Jade, and Natalia. There was also Jason. He was on lead trombone. Mr. Hudson's first name is Finn. I only know of his first name because he knows my uncle. I still find it very weird that they know each other. Anyway, Rebecca had taken me to the hospital, and the doctor I had was different than what I normally had. It was a different name, but that doesn't really matter. The next morning when I entered the dance room and saw Rebecca there. I had noticed the clothes that Jack had dropped off. Odd. Suspicious. I could tell that there was something underneath the clothes, but I couldn't make it out.

I was right on time and had seen the grade 11s there and was ready to dance. Soon, the remaining of the grade 12s walked into the room. "What is it with those grade 10s? Why are they always late?" Rebecca had asked, tired of asking the same question every single day. "I don't know, you're asking the wrong person," Elaine had told her as Alexa and Allison entered the scene. "Have you seen Janis? She never came back to the room last night," Rebecca had asked as Barbra, Nicole, Nancy, and Eleanor had walked into the room, shocked to their very core. "We had made quite the discovery on the way home," Eleanor had let out. Barbra looked like she was going to cry. Jack better not have done something to Janis. Janis was my rock, someone who I could go to if I needed help. "What is it?" Rebecca asked rather hesitantly. "Janis's body was found," Nancy had let out. "What do you mean she was found? Did she go missing? I thought I had told her the way back from the bathroom very clearly," Rebecca had told, going up to them. "No. Not that. She was found with her heart on the floor. Someone ripped it out. I bet it was Jack," Nicole had let out before crying right there on the spot.

"See? This is why I banned him from the studio," Rebecca had said as I had checked the time to see how late the others were. It was 10:31. "Does anyone else smell gas?" Kate had asked. There was some weird scent going around. "No. You're probably just imagining things," I tell her. It was probably someone just farting. "Well, now that Jack is no longer with us, we don't have to worry about where he is," Rebecca had told. "What he did was wrong," Sophie had told. "I never thought that Jack would do something like that," Nadia had told us. The smell was there, so I had to say something. "I smell something," I tell them. "No, that's just me farting," Elaine had told. This was different from a fart.

"Elaine! Inappropriate," Rebecca had told her as a ticking sound came from the pile of clothes that Jack had dropped off. "What's that sound?" Jocelyn had asked, stopping the awkward silence. "I don't know what it is, but it better be good," Catherine had told us. It finally came to me. Jack must've planted something, and it was underneath the clothes. "The clothes," I tell myself after realizing it, and looking at the pile. "Mrs. Dan?" I ask. "Yes Cashmere?" She asked me. "Where were you when Jack had dropped off his clothes?" I asked. It's the only thing that would make sense. "I don't know. They were here when I got here. Why do you ask?" She tells me. "No one go near the clothes," I tell everyone. "Why Cashmere?" Elaine had asked. "Just don't go near it," I tell them. As Jocelyn, Alexa, Allison, Barbra, Nancy, Nicole, Eleanor, and Elaine went up to the clothes, the bomb went off. "EVERYBODY OUT!" Rebecca yells as Nadia, Catherine, Kate, Sophie, Hayley, and I ran out of there and headed for outside. "What was that?" Rebecca asks, looking back at what was her studio from the sidewalk out there. It was on the main floor. "That was a bomb," Snow tells me as she comes up to me. The top floor started falling, brick by brick, hitting the ground, hurting the dancers that didn't get out of there.