The Murder of Ms. Fey

Chapter One

The Willingness of a Fly

She looked past the teacher's scrutinizing gaze. She dotted past the board and wrote a simple word. Quanta. The Chemistry teacher gaped at her, as she opened her mouth to explain the gist of quantum physics. Her eyes drooped. She was fourteen. She was a junior. She was taking Advanced classes, as the dictionary would say, but it wasn't advanced for her. As much as she didn't want to brag, she was bored half to death. She was already taking nineteen subjects, which of which eleven are elective. The maximum subjects that Thomas Jefferson High could offer.

She was cut off, Mrs. Elaine, the young chemistry teacher being the root of it. The teacher raised her palm.

"Ms. Myers, why don't you take a sit and nap first? I see you're getting bored."

Somebody grunted. "If I could only get a stupid brain like hers,"

Carrie shook her head. She slumped in her seat, begging for the clock to signal the dismissal. The teacher sighed. "Well, then. Let's continue."

Seconds later, she was called by the principle, Mr. Hugh.

She was advanced next week as a senior. She got bored again, still taking nineteen classes and still acing the tests. She was considered a beast in the competitive world. The week after, she graduated high school. She was fourteen. The ceremony was grand, the student body of Thomas J. High attended just to see a fourteen year-old girl get her high school diploma. She was featured in the front page of the state's newspaper, her face was on the internet and everyone was fascinated. She wasn't. She was ultimately bored.

She should've gone to college when she was twelve.

"Congratulations, freak." A guy with cropped brown hair grunted past her, shoving her a little. She stood, disoriented as she shimied through the mass of leaving people. She felt as though she was in a silent concert, suddenly raided with people congratulating her in both sincere and sarcastic ways.

She still stood stiffly, wondering where she could've been. She had known that Ms. Fey would be sat infront. Except, the red chair that has her initials on was unoccupied. She waited for her, but then the ceremony had to start. Then, it ended. She still wasn't there.

"Carrisa," She heard her mom's voice from the bottom of the stage, as she called her the name she was rarely called. She looked past the mass of people, trying to stand on her toes to see her mother waving frantically. In front of her was a man who wore a Harris tweed coat, and he looked like the type of guy who knew.

Carrie scurried off to their direction, attention diverted from Ms. Fey. She pushed her disappointment aside. Her mentor maybe was too busy to go to her graduation. Or maybe she forgot. Which Carrie thinks, is highly doubtful.

Ms. Fey never forgets. She'd memorize the digits of pi. She couldn't forget.

Distracted, she looked blindly at the man. She stood like what she was taught. Genius, but sophisticated. Definitely not nerdy. Her mom would piss her precious Gucci silk pants.

"This is Mr. O'Connor. He is a historian at Harvard." Vittoria Myers spoke in a stern manner, obviously on a feat to impress this man who seemed highly important now as the way he was a continuous blunder of Shakesperean literature.

And then suddenly, he talked about her getting a scholarship for full. Her ears perked up. Her mother smiled not kindly, but rather smugly. Conceit radiating off of her body. She scoffed at her mother.

She always took credit, Carrie thought. When in fact, she did nothing but to compare me to other extremely gifted people.

"I see that you're interested. Here is the folder that should feed you the information." He spoke, still looking at me dead in the eye. He then pulled out a card, handing it to me. I raised my eyebrows.

"Calling card of Ms. Faust. She insists you talk to her." He stiffly nodded, shook hands with my mother and then briefly walked away.

Her mother let out an obnoxious squeal of joy. Not sincere, happy joy. But, the bad kind of joy. Yes, Carrie is a firm supporter of duality of nature. Everything has a polar opposite. And Unlike charges attract.

Her mother had a sinister smile on.

Carrie didn't even smile as she opened the letter. Her thoughts were on Ms. Fey.