I silently walk into my dorm holding my phone and the room keys in my hand.
"No way Holy sh*t it's the new girl!!!" Screamed tracy as she came in for a hug and gripped me tight.
"Hi" I shyly smile,
I spot three beds and two twin wardrobe.
A dressing mirror and a washroom.
"It's not a big dorm " Tracy says pointing to my bed
"Thanks, it's okay really" I say throwing myself on the bed.
"We are gonna have so much fun" she says smiling and oppening up an empty wardrobe.
"Here is your wardrobe, am sure your clothes will be delivered soon."she adds as she closes the wardrobe and joins me on the bed"
"What?" I confusingly say as I turn to face her.
"Yeah, they provide it all, you didn't know? Well guess your new".
I look around spotting an empty bed with the side wall painted black and light pink.
The rest of the room was well lighted and ventilated.
But that bed was isolated.
"Who owns that bed?" I ask curiosly pointing at the bed
"Oh, dont ever go there it's fridah pagne's bed"she said emotionless.
"Okay thanks"
The rest of the day was all explaining.
They told me the place was a school for orphans and basically less priveledged children.
But why did they take me? Am not less priveledged.
Tracy had been there since she was 11years old.
They had special training sections which I had no idea about.
After my little chat, I went into the shower to take a quick bath before classes begun.
Tracy taught me a lot that morning.i liked her.
My clothes were delivered, kinda says "fashion killer" than "geekly chic" I hated looking nice.
It always made peoole look at me.
I was dressed in a black leather pants and red top that read " sh*tty as f*ck"
I walked through the hallways with everyone's eyes on me
"You'll get used to it" Tracy says placing a hand on my shoulder.
We sit on the last rolls of desk at the back. The class begins as I site a dude with an all black hoodie,sweats and head warmer.
"Mr cliss, what do you have to say for yourself?"says Mrs hans
"Am late I guess?"he says dropping his bagpack on the desk and sitting in a slauchy manner.
He remains silent all through the class. Tossing himself from one part of the desk to the other.
"His cute" Tracy whispers as class dismissed.
"I guess so".
I push my locker shot, kind of thinking about cliss.
His blonde halfly shaved hair.his masculine broad shoulder.And the sweet perfume when he entered.
I don't know much about bad boys but this is one clean one.
"Issa? Issa?"Tracy called, snapping me out of my thoughts.
"Yeah?"I answer trying to hide my lost in thoughts face.
"What were you staring at?"
"Oh never mind"I answer as we walk through the hallways.
The rest of the day was pretty much classes and cheerleading try outs which I wasn't in any way interested in.
"Hey"Chris says holding my waist
"Hi" I reply spotting my room mate faridah staring evily.
Boom!!!
I hear the sound of an explosion.
"What the hell!"Chris grabs my hand as he dragged me and ran along.
I spot Tracy black thick smoke coming from the back of the school.
"Tracy!!?, Tracy!!?" I scream as I withdraw out of Chris's grip.
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What started the fire? And who?
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The Killer
Mystery / ThrillerA young girl who isn't a normal teenager she has everything she wants, or is that all she wants. She finds out there's more to life than what's she's seen. Plus will she trust the right people? Or take on the journey of revenge.
