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Well, now were down to three pupils left at the school and up to six murders. During the night, Ava was killed. Murdered. I now officially hate this wicked creature. Despise them. Want to kill them myself.

Besides the teachers, there's now just Gwen and myself left in our year and one prefect: Enid. It must be her, surely. What other solutions are there? I told this to Gwen during French, but she wasn't too sure.

"I don't know, Skie," she whispered. "She doesn't really stand out to me as the type to secretly be a psycho mass murderer. I'd even suspect you before I suspected Enid."

"Really?" I asked, hurt that she was slowly suspecting me the most. "But I could think the exact same thing about you but I trust you. You're not like that either!"

"Well I think it'd be better if neither of us trust anyone then."

And just like that, our conversation was over.

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