Murder In The House

Part 2

I crouched against the floor and examined the body carefully, Melissa's to be exact. I looked for any signs of life, and to my luck, I saw the rise and fall of her chest. I held my ear above her chest just to make sure she was breathing and to be certain I wasn't being delusional again. I looked up to Mr. Beanoot, a few feet away from me, who was also on the floor looking at his students with careful eyes.
     "Melissa is still breathing..." I said.
It was a minute after the incident, and Mr.Beanoot already checked to see if all of my classmates still had a beating heart.
"Well, everyone seems to be alive. I'm going to call the office. In the meantime, stay near me." I nodded in agreement. Mr.Beanoot dialed the office's number.
      "Hello, all of my students, with the exception of one, passed out. I tried to wake them up, but they're still on the floor. I checked to see if all of them are breathing, and they are....." There was a long silence, but I didn't need to hear the conversation to see the terrified expression on my teacher's face. Something was up. Finally, Mr.Beanoot hung up the phone and looked at me straight afterwards.
      "I'm going to have to attend a quick meeting. Carmen, whatever you do, do not, I repeat, do not leave this room."
I said nothing but nodded my head once more. He left the room with the classroom's keys dangling in his hands, and for some reason, made sure the room was locked. And just like that, never have I ever been so tempted to break the rules. But I couldn't. It wasn't like I was given a choice. I was not going to abandon my unconscious classmates, leaving them unattended and unsafe. No, I cared too much. None of them deserved to die. But who said someone would?
        I thought it was funny Mr.Beanoot
said it would be, and I quote a "quick meeting." Oh the irony, it was anything but quick. It felt like half an hour, or maybe even worse. I started to question what could possibly be going on. My urge to go outside grew even stronger. Regardless of my strong will of staying in the quiet room, I felt sparks of curiosity that did not take long to leave my hand grasping the door knob. Even though, I still stood there, my hand on the doorknob in mid turn. Just when I finally made my decision to open, I heard heavy footsteps down the hallway. Like a wild deer, I ran to a desk as quick as possible. I heard something jangling and a turn of a doorknob.
       "For once in my years of teaching, I'm actually glad a student of mine didn't eat lunch."
Mr.Beanoot.
"What?" I asked.
"Well, there's a lot to cover." He pulled out a chair and beckoned me to sit. I sat down. "So at first, none of the teachers had no idea of what was going on.... It didn't take long for us to call the police to investigate and to our surprise, we came to discover all of Beachside's student lunches were drugged...." It took me a few seconds to process.
"By who?" I asked.
      "I don't know. We don't know. Nobody knows, not even the police."
       Great. Just great. Beachside had to be one of the most unsafest and nastiest schools I ever been to, and the fact that this happened made matters elevate to being even worse than It could have ever been.
"So," Mr.Beanoot continued, "to our luck, our students were only drugged to be put to sleep, like what a doctor gives before the start of a surgery."
      "Why would anyone do that?"
         "I don't know. But in the meantime, your classmates should be awake in the next few minutes." They did just what Mr.Beanoot said, and I went and let him do all the explaining. The class was booming with millions of theories, causing a lot of controversy in such small amount of time. But that didn't let the school refrain us to have a normal schedule for the remainder of the day. 
       It was right after Geometry class where I met up with my science teacher, Mr.Cornchip, formally known as Mr.Cornell, to discuss on how I could raise my D- to an A.
"So, what can I do?" I asked.
"To start off, you could turn in those worksheets you didn't finish," he said. Honestly, his classroom was a mess. Messier than it was when I had class with him earlier. His science materials were scattered across his back table, but I liked the things in his classroom. There were gas masks on his shelves and other fantastic things. This wasn't the first time I met up with him though. I met up with him last week as well, except that time I stayed back to eat my lunch and at the same time, do some work with Melissa, but I wasn't able to do today. Instead, I stayed back with him during my electives, which I'm doing right now. I pulled out some incomplete science work from my binder and went ahead and read the first question:

What causes the eruption of volcanoes?

And yet, another thing I didn't know.