Washed away

Chapter 2

So I'm going to try and write this story and finish it. At least 15 chapters. Vote please. I'm desperate 😂😂. Nah it's okay, if you don't want to, you don't need to. High- five.

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The air grew heavy and suppressing as everyone gave their condolences to Mrs. Peterson and her mourning family.

Jen sat away from Mrs. Peterson's grave on a small bench along with Chloe. Both their faces weren't as cheerful as they once were.

"I never imagined I would be there for Mrs. Peterson's funeral. I mean she was like Iron Lady- I thought she would never die."
Chloe decided to break the heart-wrenching silence.

"You know what I find weird? You know usually when a person has decided to commit suicide they act strange for about a week. Did you notice anything strange with Mrs. Peterson? No, because she made us make healthy pancakes last Friday. And write a 2 page essay on avocados."

"Why are thinking about all this now Jen? Just let it go."

"No I can't just let it go, Chlo. She may have been murdered."

"Look, maybe she was discrete and didn't want everyone to know she was going to give up-"

"Chloe, with that kind of burden on you, no one can keep their fear a secret. If she were actually going to kill herself, she would've acted scared at least a week before she did it."

Chloe didn't respond. What Jen said made utter sense.

Jen broke the short lived silence once again.

"Maybe we should leave it to the detectives to figure it out."

"What detectives?", Chloe said, truly clueless.

Jen looked at Chloe, amused. She was right. A small town like this didn't have a strong efficient police force, let alone any detectives. Even if there were, they would have probably ruled every murder as suicide.

Mrs. Peterson's funeral was two days ago.

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"Jen how are you doing?", Jennifer's father inquired her as he continued staring at the newspaper between his hands.

Jen was doing much better since she stopped thinking about the death of her ex-teacher.

"Yeah, I'm okay. What's the weather forecast for today?"
Jennifer gestured towards the newspaper her father held.

"Clear skies today... no wait that's tomorrow. There's a huge storm this evening. No going out today, okay?"
Her father eyed Jen, expecting her to acknowledge him.

"Okay. I'll go to Chloe's house before the storm hits then."

Her father gave her one last unsure look but nodded and went back to the newspaper.

Jennifer's school had decided to declare holiday until Friday after the unexpected happening in the school.
She was bored to death siting motionless for the past 3 days, except for Thursday when she attended the funeral.

She was just about to groan again in boredom when she heard a loud clang come in from the kitchen. She looked at her parents but they stayed put, as though they hadn't heard anything.

She looked confused as she made her way to the kitchen to see what caused the noise.

Nothing seemed to have been disturbed in the kitchen. The utensils were still neatly placed on the side of the countertop, the China and other cutlery was placed neatly in the shelves and the forks and spoons were meticulously placed in their own separate holders.