The Witch's Doll ⚢

Chapter 15

"What do we owe the pleasure of your visit, Miss Cecil?"

Isla flashed her best dashing smile. One typically reserved for adults, showcasing her sweet good old nature. "Hello Madam, I came to see the clinical documentation of some students."

"Oh dear," the matron of the academy's infirmary caressed her cheek. "Are there students giving you lots of trouble? You shouldn't do this yourself, Miss Cecil."

"I find it less troubling if I do their forgotten jobs rather than scold them of printing a copy of their clinical records before they apply for a new club to me."

"Oh my, what a tedious task, if you do everything for them, certainly they will abuse your power."

"This is just one time, good madam. I won't do it again."

"Oh good!" the matron immediately sat on her desk to type the student's name on the computer. "Whose record do you need a copy of?"

Isla's smile perked up, "Alessandra Adams and Evonnie Lu."

It took Isla a long while just to get those files because the matron was concerned with her entire wellbeing. Isla had no idea why adults want to coddle her when she proved she can pretty much take care of herself. But even as she kept the thoughts to herself, the matron annoyed her with questions if she has enough nutrients, sleep, and fun outside of school work and responsibilities.

The matron had studied her distrustfully when she said she was resting and eating well in between mental and physical exercises. So when she was satisfied that Isla was just extremely tired, and not sick, she finally let Isla read the files in peace after handing the Student Council President a dose of vitamins throughout their exchange.

After fleeing the matron's trusting gaze, Isla headed for the exit, pacing along the path towards the Student Council room. Her entire body was on edge despite being in a relatively safe environment.

Isla had no idea where this shiver and fear came from. She had established Parker's death was her fault, but ever since she had lunch with the two misfits once more, she felt she was walking on a sword's pointy edge.

Especially after she saw Alessandra's face after she saved Abigail from that spider. Before the spider came into view, Isla thought for sure that Alessandra was going to hurt her. Alessandra Adams was a force to be reckoned with; even her seemingly innocent movements caused Isla's heart to be ripped from her ribcage.

Nothing escaped Isla's power of observation, she was certain Abigail had no arachnid hanging around her head. Yet, Alessandra went for it. Did the spider escape Isla's sight? It was unlikely that Alessandra had a spider on her all along.

Unless it was a specialty the Filipino girl could do until it shed light on Isla's list of possibilities. Isla couldn't remove the thought of it being a ruse out of her mind. She has to make certain that

Abigail will be safe in the next few days.