Rowena Roman

Chapter 2 Noah: Part 2 (Edited)

Days had passed since then, and Noah finally worked up the courage to go back to school yet to his shock and confusion, no one was talking about it. No one was talking about the murder. No one, nowhere, it was like the incident didn't happen but why was everyone acting like that?

Surely someone, somewhere, was gossiping about the death of a student on the school grounds. Something like that would have been huge yet it was just an average day as ever.

Like he had woken from a horrible nightmare that only he was a part of, either that or someone was playing a really messed up joke.

"Noah! It's been four days where the hell have you been? I've missed my comic buddy!" a friend, James Bechner, a ginger haired brown eyed boy was one of the rich kids at the school but never seemed to show off or act all mighty, he was one of the few kids that had a laidback attitude towards the world and had become quick friends with Noah when he started at the school. James wrapped an arm around Noah's shoulders, but his grin soon vanished when he saw how pale and confused Noah looked. "Hey what's wrong? You look like you're going to throw up a lung or something."

"Why?" Noah all but whispered.

James looked confused.

"Why is no one talking about it? I mean... I saw it, saw it happen so it couldn't have been my imagination." He looked at James with frightened worry. "Just tell me..."

James himself looked concerned as he rubbed the man's shoulder in comfort. "Come on, we'll talk about it in the classroom alright? You can take some of my notes while we're at it so you don't fall behind."

"Okay..." was the only thing he said.

But his shock increased as they made their way through the school, his ears twitched and tuned into everything passerby's spoke, thinking, hoping someone would talk about the girl who had died in the school several days ago, but it was just the same as usual.

Music.

Clothes.

Movies.

Boys.

Girls.

Who the latest star was.

The hottest TV show.

Video games.

Magazines.

Who slept with who.

Things like that and nothing else which he had always drowned out before. Yet he knew everyone who was anyone would talk about a murder, and keep talking about it for weeks' maybe months before it faded within the school until everyone forgot about it. But no one would forget that quickly.

Someone had to have seen or heard something, someone other than him on that dreadful night.

Right?

"Dude, you sure you saw someone die here?" James asked as he leaned on a desk with his arms folded over his chest, there were a few students in the class already; the bell had yet to ring so not many had showed when the two reached the class Noah took the chance to tell him everything that had happened that night.

"Yes! I wouldn't make something like this up I swear!"

He mulled it over. "I know but... a murder in the school is pretty big, everyone would be talking about it if it did happen."

"I... I know." he took off his glasses and ran his hand over his face trying to figure it out. "I don't know why nobody else is talking about it. I know what I saw, it happened but everyone else is just acting like normal. I feel like I'm going crazy!"