As always , police cars in front of the main entrance.
The school is also reputed for having problematic students , with weapons , alchohol , drugs , or just shit on them. So we need to get controlled by a police officer before we go in. Ana is used to it , she doesn't really care anymore. But me , i have a hard time going through this. I feel like i'm a criminal going in prison! Well , sorta. Even if i don't live in the school dorms , i feel like in prison.
Ana : Ill go first ! See you in Voices !
Ana left the bus.
Im now alone in the bus. There is no one , the driver left too. This aura is quite strange. I feel something gazing over me from outside of the window. It's probably nothing. I took my bag trying to avoid the weird man standing out of the bus near the exit , directly watching me.
I got out of the bus.
Ana : What took you so long ?
I turned my head to look at the bus. The weird man was still standing next to it.
Voices : Nothing. Im just slow.
Ana : Time to get in!
Ana passed the police control pretty easily. She's edgy , but she's nice and pretty joyful. So they don't worry about her.
Its my time to pass.
Officer : School card please ?
I handed my school card to them.
This school card was given at the start of the year , mine was still in a good shape , but most of the cards were already dead , and needed a replacement.
They always give me bad looks when i go in the building. I'm not used to that.
This one day is special , altough there is big exams today , a lot of students are missing. They aren't just gone , well , yes , but no. Today it's also April Fools day. Basically this day is a big mess. It's like , some kind of Purge for us. A lot of shit happen that one single day. It's better to go directly in a safe place , or in a group.
We rushed to our group of friend near the garden.
We're the only one to take care of this sweet garden , we grew some cute flowers , and chill here most of the time. There is always sun here. It makes us forget that some people here have blood on their hands.
Jarr : Voices !
This is Jarr , a first year student. He's a nice little guy , that we like to tease and call « baby ». He's a pretty good friend and knows we mean no arm.
Jarr is standing next to Rose , an American exchange student. She's a rich kid , but not the kind of rich kid you can think of , she's a really generous person and she cares a lot about us.
Rose : A lot of people are missing today.
Jarr : Indeed , yeah.
Ana : Where are the others ?
Jarr : We haven't heard about David and Kayla in days. And Lilac is sick. I don't know for the others to be fair.
Rose : Woob is probably late.
Woob is one of Ana's best « budz ». They are always hanging around when we're not here. Ana and Woob are never late usually, and doesn't miss classes too. The other members of the group , aren't like that , they don't really care about missing school or not. So we're not used to see Woob late. And that's stressing again.
Ana : Hell no ! Woob cant be late ! They are never late ! You don't know what you're saying kind sir.
Rose : Well , im just sayin-
Rose was cut half sentence when we saw a dark silhouette coming toward us.
At first , we tought it was David , it looked a lot like him.
But it was a police officer.
Controls of the students happen often , but that's the first time it's toward us. We are the less problematic and we're always doing cool stuff.
We aren't criminals or dangerous. At all.
Thé policer office looked at me as if i murdered his wife. Then he looked at Jarr , and then Rose and Ana.
Officer : You guys will have to follow me.
Ana : We can't sir ! Our exams ?
Officer : Do as i said.
We followed the officer to the nearest classroom. It was our German classroom. The walls were covered with tags and dicks.
Officer : You all know why i took you here ?
Jarr : We dont sir.
Officer : Yesterday , an old building exploded in the forest. We found that phone , and we just read the last text to come after you.
It was kayla's phone. It was clearly Kayla's phone , it has the charm i bought her when i went in London last year. So what the fuck?
