Dusk And Dawn (TEGSA)

Chapter 2: What's going on?

Despite the problems he faced, he managed to create a facade so indetectable, so natural and authentic. It was hard to even figure out that the characters people knew him as were just the characters he played.

What he was truly doing was manipulating people, so he can use his skills to his advantage, rip out their hearts and tear out their flesh. He was not known by who he truly was, a cold-blooded killer, but who he portrayed himself as, a loving father.

"Karina, have you seen the margarine?" my mom asked, making her voice loud enough for me to hear from my sleep.

"No, the last time I saw it, it was placed in the bottom part of the refrigerator." I answered, rubbing my eyes, opening them to an unexpected predicament, it was my mom fitting foodstuffs into a suitcase and zipping them close.

When she closed the last one, she looked at me and with a smile, she said, "Good morning sweety, ready to roll?"

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"What's going on?" I asked Mrs Oliver as her grip on my hand tightened. She had brought me to the school's always deserted office which was supposed to be our 'meet-up' place but from the tapes plastered on a wall board, the pictures of faces marked X with black marker and most importantly, the person placed at the top of the ladder, a faceless being. 

"Karina, I know this might sound stupid or incomprehensible but..." she took a pause at an attempt to hide her panic, "but I think I might know who killed your dad."

I looked at her like she was crazy, after all he (the killer) was a faceless being whom not even the police could find, and here she was, offering the whereabout of my father's killer, is she one to believe?

Mrs Oliver roughly combed her blonde bangs with her fingers, "I know murder is not something to talk about with a junior but it's really something we can't let slip out of our fingers." she stared at me longer, her eyes restless, "or maybe I'm just crazy but you have to listen to me, just for some minutes."

Unfazed, I raised my finger to point at the hand-sized portrait of a man in his 50s sitting by the vase placed on the big brown table which was reserved for the principal, "Is this really the office?" I asked, wondering why everything looked so out of place here and why that man, the supposed principal had never shown his face, not even at the entrance speech.

"It's the old one," she rushed the words out of her mouth, then blabbered the remaining, "it was in use until the principal disappeared. It was all too odd and suspicious but we, the teachers decided to keep our mouth shut to avoid a stain on the school's reputation and..."

The gesture of me cocking my head made her halt, trying to understand my expression and asking herself whether she should or shouldn't continue.

"And why are you telling me this? Aren't you scared I'm gonna tell the media and destroy the school you're trying to protect?" I raised the deeper question, also trying to understand what was going on in Mrs. Oliver's head.

Like what I always do when my brain is at the verge of overheating, I put my hand to my eyes, using two fingers- my index and thumb to gently brush my eyelashes.

Mrs. Oliver noticed this and made a sudden comment, "It may be too much to understand, but," she picked up my hand and clenched it lightly, "together we can make it work."

I shoved her hand and took one more look at her, tears were now streaming down her face. It was all clear- the clues she was hinting and her feelings in the moment.

The suspect was the previous principal, Sir Richardson Weakbone.

I was thinking the same thing, he had quite the strong bone to be an on and off principal. I was in, but couldn't tell Mrs. Oliver, I needed some time to think.

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A/N: "What's going on" was used as a question, a question that was popped up by Karina in an attempt to assess what in the merry go round was happening to Mrs. Oliver and this can be found in the first sentence after the asterisks.