The hallway reeked of an old factory smell and there was no lighting system except for the sunlight peering in from the glass panels of the old classrooms. There were broken chairs, unused lab apparatus, and tons of files in the classrooms that were on both sides of the narrow hallway. This must be an old campus which would explain the tardiness.
I continued walking down the hallway, which was dirty with puffs of dust and spider webs in every corner. It ended at a paneled door that read 'Office' atop. I had no desire to check out the other numerous hallways that led to God knows where.
As I walked back, I saw a board with a massive amount of pictures from previous batches and their achievements stuck to it. I took notice of the pictures of our seniors on their graduation day and game days. There were a lot of articles about one particular batch though. I read through one that said,
'First time in history: The young players of BHHS have won the chance of playing in the stadium of Beaver for their outstanding performance in their last few games. Their quarterback-'
I paused to see the picture that had all the players from the batch, all grinning and posing for the photo standing in an organized form. In the middle, stood their quarterback with a batch of honour, that one gets to represent the 'Man of the match'. The picture seemed old, with the corners bent way too many times and dust prevailing most of the part.
I passed on another article, which seemed more highlighted,
'The accident of the former student of BHHS and present student-athlete of Princeton University, Xander Benmonte, brought tears and sadness to his friends and families.'
The article went on about Xander's achievements throughout his high school and relations with the teachers and a lot of messages from friends expressing their grief. But it was nowhere confirmed that he had died in that accident.
I tried searching for his picture, as my mind rushed with the feeling that the quarterback was William. But why would William lie about his name? I just had to see Xander's picture to confirm all my suspicions about William and the reason for his death.
There was no other picture of Xander except for the group photo and a picture with candles with a message, 'You will get through this.'
Get through what? A headache was starting to form but I knew who could answer my questions.
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"Take out your textbooks and copies."
I sighed but did as Miss Salma, our AP biology teacher, told me.
After having an explanation over Hereditary, Miss Salma talked about our project.
"This project would be consisting of thirty percent of your final grades, so I hope you guys will be serious about it," she said checking something in her beige folder.
"One more thing, there will be groups of two that I have chosen myself, please check them on the notice board."
As soon as she ended, the bell rang and all the students huddled to get out of the class. I walked to the notice board to see who my partner was. My finger stopped as I found my name and dragged across the paper to see my partner's name.
It was Britney. Obviously, Miss Salma would do that.
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The cafeteria was crowded with people who pushed past each other to get their lunch. I sat quietly, my sandwich untouched as I had no appetite. William had left a note in my locker, saying he went to check on Aristotle.
"Hey, girl!" I saw a cheerful Mikayla making her way to me but her smile faltered as she took in my gloomy form.
"What happened, Abby?"
"I'm confused," I said.
"About what?"
I just sighed but nevertheless told her everything about Britney, from the day I saw her having a panic attack to having a freaking project, missing out on the party part.
"I don't know how to approach her," I said sighing.
Mikayla had a frown etched on her face as she stared at the ground.
"Britney told you all that?" Mikayla asked.
I nodded, taking one fry and munching on it. Mikayla sighed, blowing on the strand of hair that escaped her messy bun.
"Like I said, she had really tough times," Mikayla said grimly, "we were inseparable friends in grade ten. But after she was diagnosed with BPD, she changed completely. She always fought with me and even acted jealous whenever I spoke to Elijah," Mikayla sighed.
I nodded understanding her situation and why Britney stopped talking to her. The girl code seemed very irrational at that time. But she seemed to be missing out on something.
"Hey, do you know anyone named Xander Benmonte? He studied in this school-"
I shut up immediately seeing the expression on Mikayla's face. She seemed surprised and scared at the same time.
"Where did you hear about him, did Britney tell you?" She asked suddenly.
She knew him.
"No, I found an old hallway while coming from the gym room and read some articles, just curious, I guess," I shrugged nonchalantly.
"Umm, I just know he's a very adored former student of BHHS."
"Okay, but how did he die?"
"What?" Mikayla suddenly gasped.
"Well it was written in the article he was in an accident," I said.
"But he didn't die," she said averting her gaze before adding,
"He's very sick."
The bell rang and Mikayla just excused herself, literally running through the hallway as if she heard I had some contagious disease.
Well, at least that proved one thing. Xander was not William.
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