Peterson's School of Gifted Psycopaths

Chapter 2

Erin was tidying up for bed. Ah what Pajamas should I where? Dancer or Narwal? Dancer? Narwal? Dancer. She thought as she reached for the black shorts and top with a cool logo on it.

A dancer in a arched split leap as a black silhouette with a galaxy background .

Light glisten through the room. A sunset orange gleaned from the light, on the perfectly made beds. Summer still lingered and the days were still long. Erin ran back on the her chair and spun around, blasting informational podcasts. These ones were about the The Copenhagen Interpretation, her favorite. While picking up her final text book in her bookbag, Erin hear a soft, sweet knock on the door.

"Come in!" Erin shouted.

A tall girl with tan skin tiptoed in. Curly brown hair, dip dyed teal, was tied up messily in a bun. Her dark chocolate eyes were fixed on the leather chair in which Erin was sitting on.

When Erin heard the creak of the large wooden door and the footsteps into the room she thought immediately, Iris. Maia's younger annoying sister. You would think she is 11, but that is quite false. She is barely about 15. She turned around in her chair. Still in her school uniform... must be part of night writers. Erin concluded. But what does she want?

"Ugh, What do you want? I was studying" Erin grumbled turning off her study music

Iris looked up and down at Erin, "Narwal pajamas... Really. What are you five?"

"No one cares about your opinion, Iris. Just tell me why you are here so I can get back to studying." Erin was really annoyed now.

"Whatever, is Maia here? I haven't seen her and we have to go to writers!" The tall girl spoke in her high-pitched voice.

"No I don't know where she is," Erin was suddenly curious to the whereabouts of Maia

" Will you go with me and look for her at the lobby?" Iris asks.

"Why should I help you?" Smirking at Iris, Erin started to put are headphones back on.

"Ten bucks," Iris said waving a ten dollar bill.

"Deal,"

Erin grabs her worn down jacket and her house key and runs out the door with Iris.

They walk down the empty eerie hallway passing the quiet room. Step by step, down the dreary doctor green walls, worry is on their faces and there is no hiding it. Iris brushes her hair back behind her ears and thinks about Maia and where are the good places to look for her.

"Maybe we should check the basement?" Iris suggested and Erin nodded in agreement.

Reaching the end of the hallway they turn the corner and enter the 13th floor lobby.

A large room with three couches in a half-circle formation, facing the elevator.

"Maia. MAIA. HEY WE NEED TO LEAVE NOW!" Iris shouts at the top of her lungs.

Erin wraps her hands around Iris' chapped lips and whispers, "Shhh, hear that..."

A rustling sound can be heard from the study room next to us.

"Come on out Maia. I know writer's can be a little boring sometimes but come on!" Iris was getting annoyed, "Come out of the room. You are SEVENTEEN not five!"

Erin and Iris open the door to see Martino.

Over Maia's body.

Holding a knife.