Watch out for flying erasers

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It is Thursday, my favourite day of the week. Why? I don't really know. It is just a good day for me. I am usually lucky on thursdays. Yesterday went by in a blur, all of us too tired to really notice what was going on at school. Next time, we'll have a sleepover during the weekend. But anyways.

As I am walking towards my classeoom, I hear loud voices. They are floating through the ealls in a soup of noise. I sigh, wondering what possibly could be the matter today. As I walk in, an eraser flies through the air and hits me in the face. "Ow!!" I rub my nose, looking for the culprit. "Sorry 'bout that." A boy, Adam, is snickering behind his desk. He picks up another eraser and flings it towards me. I duck, my reflexes finally kicking in. "Ow!!" A voice behind me yells. I turn around, only to see Mr. Crimson rubbing his nose, in the same manner I just did. He fixes his glasses, looking over the students. "I expect Adam to clean those erasers up after class." He then saunters over to his desk, plopping down in his chair. I walk over to my own, making a face at Adam as I walk by. He just smiles, his braces gleaming in the early morning light. I huff and roll my eyes, taking my eyes off him to look around. Most of the class is here, but one desk is notably empty. It is the desk belonging to her highness Lily.

As I sit through the class, I pick up some conversation in the back of the room. Being a fighter, I have slightly better hearing than everyone else, and I easily pick up if someone's gossiping. "Where's Lily?" A girl is whispering behind me. "I don't know. She didn't tell me." The voice of Viola is floating through the air. The sidekick doesn't know where their master is. Weird.

"Have any of you seen Lily?" I twirl my fork in the air, trying not to stab Mina. I have been thinking about the matter since school started, and I must know if anyone knows where the queen of class is. Something seems off, as Lily almost never misses school. The king of class, Sean, shakes his head. "Nah. She's probably just ill." "Lily is never ill." Amethyst, who is playing with her hair, wrinkle her nose. Her purple eyes seem to be scanning the lunch room, looking for a blonde head. "I know that much. We were a lot together in the beginning of the year. Although we weren't  friends, I experienced that she was never away from school because of illness. She seems to be practically immune to germs." She stops pulling at her hair, a pondering look on her face. "I suppose she is busy with something." "Or maybe she skipped school." Leo, having approached the table without us noticing, are settling himself down beside Mina. I shake my head. "Lily isn't one to skip. I wonder if anything's wrong? Something seems off." Mina shrugs, holding her thoughts to herself. I know she isn't the biggest fan of the blonde girl. I wish she would speak more. Sean slams his fist on the table. I almost jump from shock. "This can only mean one thing!" He gives us all an impish look. "We need to investigate!"

"Okay. What do we know?" We are standing outside, having finished our lunch. Sean has automatically taken the role of detective in this little "case" of ours, and is standing with his head high in front of us. "Not much, really. We know that she was here yesterday, and not here today." Amethyst has automatically fallen into the role of supportive sidekick. She is noting something on her notepad, fully focused on whatever we are trying to achieve with this. As to not be a party pooper, I join in as the annoying third guy. "We could maybe ask Mr. Crimson? If it is something important he might know." Sean lights up. "You're right! Let's do that. Come with me, Amethyst!" He twirls on his heels, imaginary coattails probably trailing behind him. Amethyst rolls her eyes at us before turning and following after him. The three of us left are sharing a few knowing looks. Leo raises his hands, making a heart. We giggle. "Seems they have more than one case to solve here." Mina winks at us. Leo smirks. "Let's hope it is a brief one, then."

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