The Town of Frostwallow

Chapter 1: "another murder?"

This is chapter 1: "another murder?"

Seige Carson, that's my name. My friends call me Seigey, like a form of endearment I guess. I'm a senior in high school and basically I'm just crawling my way to graduation.

Yes, crawling. Not literally, it's just the way I want to put it. I am not fond of school, I never was. Starting when I realized that my freedom is limited in school, that's when I started cursing every weekday. Whenever I wake up at 6am and have to get ready for school. I'm just not fond of it. Today isn't any different, we're just one week in our senior year and I'm already exhausted.

Teachers giving us assignment, and heads up projects. Don't get me started on Mr. Henderson's research that's going to be done in pairs. And he said it's going to be all about the human body since he's such a big fan of science and it's the subject he teaches.

I sat up on my bed and groaned. Why do I even have to go to school? I have no plans for college anyway – although my parents think I do. All you're ever gonna get after 18-19 years in school is a paper that's gonna say that you graduated. It may be used in getting a job, yeah that's a big deal too, but still. Teachers shouldn't give hell to their students when the place is actually hell already.

A part of my early morning routine is checking all my social media accounts and messages just to see if there's any update. I took my phone from my bedside table and saw that there's already messages in our groupchat that I definitely have to read.

HARPER: Don't forget, we'll be having a final exam today.

LILITH: I'm going early to school today, there's an emergency. See you guys there!

DAPHNE: Why do I feel like something's wrong?

AUTUMN: I'm at school, there's a commotion at the gym. I'll be at the library, at my nook.

QUINN: I'll probably be late! Ughhh. 

I walked my way to my own bathroom, not forgetting to touch my grandmother's framed picture that was sitting on top of my dresser. I still keep on missing her even if she's gone 16 years now. I was 2 when she died and as my mother had told me, we were really close.

I took a bath within the span of 20 minutes and picked out my clothes. This is what I also hate during school days. Picking the clothes to wear. You can easily distinguish a student's popularity status just by the way he or she talks, walks and dress. Let's admit it, we all like to go wear clothes that are comfortable for us. Some people just one up their clothing for their reputation in school.

I wore my white shirt, and denim jeans after drying myself up. Since I'm part of the varsity team, I need to represent the school by wearing my jacket that had the logo of the blue and gold lion on the back of it. I'm not even sure why the lion became blue and gold, shouldn't it be red or orange or yellow at least? My worn out black converse squeaked as I walked down the hard wood stairs heading my way to the kitchen.

"Breakfast, hun?" My mom asked as she perfectly put together a fruit bowl and 2 pieces of pancakes on a plate.

"Thanks, mom," I said as I sat on the chair, letting my backpack rest next to my leg. "So where's dad?"

"He's off early," she said as she took a sip of her green tea. "He said there's a case that came in today. Another murder."

"Another murder?" I asked when I recovered from choking on my fruit bowl. "There was just a case of murder last month, right?"

"Yeah there was," mom sighed as she stood up walking towards the fridge. "God, this town is such a mess. I just wish we could move away and start a new life."