The Chess Club

Chapter 6

In Bellamy High, a public school, a member of the teaching staff has left this life. However, it might be more appropriate to say her life was taken. Ms. Jane, the English teacher for seniors was killed on Tuesday, last night. According to what the gossip and the news say she was found this morning by her boyfriend, another teacher who also teaches in Bellamy High. She laid on her sofa lifelessly with the television on. It has become such a big news that everyone has completely forgotten about Max Knight. Countless parents have come to the school to talk to the principal, fearing their children's safety. They were all reassured that since she was found in her apartment it means that the reason behind the cleaning was more personal than school related. The police have already started their investigation. Everyone is filled with curiosity and questions, but the biggest question is: Who is the killer?

Max Knight was glad that he was able to get out of homeroom before being squashed by the heavy atmosphere.

That homeroom teacher, whatever his name was, is completely weird with the whole English teacher dying. I mean being killed.

As he was heading to his fist class, Max couldn't help feel like he was being watched. Yes, most of the times the people around him are staring and pointing at him. However, this certain stare felt different than the others. It had a certain uncomfortable feeling to it. Max turns to see who is watching him, but he sees no one. The corridor was empty.

Why is it empty? The school only started. Where did everyone go all of a sudden? It's not like I'm the only one that takes History first period.

Max took a deep breath and shook of the unsettling feeling that he had. He reached his class and noticed that he was the only one in the class. Even the teacher wasn't there. Max took out his phone and checked his schedule. He wasn't mistaken, he did have History for first period on Wednesday, today.

Where is that old teacher? Where are the other students? Guess I will skip his class.

Max was about to leave the class when he heard a crowd. The sound of the crowd was coming from outside the widow. The window from the history class overlooked the back of the school in which you could find the gymnasium/auditorium, the swimming pool, and the storage room that is adjacent to the gym. The view is the complete opposite of what you can see in the homeroom class which is the school's main gate and front yard where most students spend their lunch breaks in since there are tables and a green area.

It looked like all of the students were gathered in front of the gym's main entrance. Max looked more carefully and saw that all the teachers were there as well. They were stopping the students from getting close to the entrance. Four teachers where standing exactly in front of door.

They must be trying to not let anyone see whatever is inside the gym or maybe something is written on the door?

Max ran his fingers through his messy hair and pulled down his hood on his head. Putting his hands inside his hoodie's pockets, he grabbed and unwrapped the cola lollipop, placing it in his mouth. He pulled down his hood even further and decided to just go to the rooftop until everything clamed down.

Walking in the empty corridors, Max could still feel that strange stare on his back.

Who the hell is that? Nobody is around. Am I becoming delusional?

Max picked up his pace. Walking faster, faster, and faster. Before he knew it, he was running. That stare. He just wanted to escape that stare.

Get Away From Me!

As he screamed internally to be left alone, he wasn't paying attention to what was in front of him and bumped straight into another person. Max's lollipop fell to the ground and that person's glasses fell to the ground as well. Max grabbed what was left of his shattered lollipop and placed it inside his pocket. Max looked at the person he had bumped into. He looked like a freshmen too. He had ash blonde hair with pale blue eyes that were searching for his glasses. Max looks around and spots that person's black rimmed glasses. He stands up and picks it up. The person seeing that Max had picked up the glasses, gets up as well. He extends his hand telling Max to hand over the glasses. Max does so as he apologizes for it being broken. The blonde looks down to his glasses and replies, "No worries. They were fake to begin with."