The Truth Is.

Chapter 23

SADIE

      The room surrounding me felt foreign. The crisp autumn walls covered in false pictures telling of a perfect childhood. A bed, my bed, stood in the corner unused for the longest time. The dresser was bare, hosting only a few tubes of make-up that were not my own. The floor creaked awkwardly underneath my feet, dipping too far right.

I recognized it in an instance. It was my bedroom, or at least should've felt like a bedroom.

I reread the text on my phone,

Jennifer

"I found Scott's profile. I'm sending the link now.

https//;Scott-Fellings//

I dipped underneath the bed, and pulled out a rose-gold laptop. My fingerprints embedded into the dust. I flipped it open and searched up the trillium high-school website. A series of questions paired with my username and password allotted me access into the database. Up in the search bar I pasted the link.

The first picture that appeared was Scott Fellings biggest grin as he clung to a gold trophy. I clicked it, and began digging through his history at the school.

A long list of awards flickered across the screen, as well as events he participated in on Trillium's behalf. It was a bust so I switched to his office records.

Freshman year was crisp.

Sophomore year he was only called back for a mix-up in files.

Junior year he'd been caught with a bottle, but a sharp excuse covered it.

I dug through his Senior year in a sense of defeat. Records only told of the amazing things he'd done; He won us the state championship in football and placed third in nationals, He assisted at a nursing home, even protested to save an old tree I'd never even heard of.

He was clean.

In frustration I shoved my laptop back. The page scrolled slightly, and landed on a record.

October 15th, 12:17 Pm:

Called to the office due to complaint filed by Miss Abigail Jones.

Principal Kalgreen found Mr. Felling innocent of aforementioned complaint.

I scooted closer to the screen in a hassle, and ended up knocking a few of my pillows off in the process. I read it once, then again, and then again.

What complaint? I tried digging further but the profile refused to concede anymore information to me. I huffed, then was struck with an idea. Maybe I was looking at the wrong profile.

In the search bar I typed Abigail Jones. Three different profiles showed as a result, each from different generations of students. One of the girls didn't attend Trillium the same years as Scott, so I ruled her out. I checked the first profile on the list, a brunette with thick eyebrows.

Her records dotted on with different offenses. Drinking on school property, acquiring meth, dealing contrabands, smoking on school property, vandalizing school property, the list never ended. Not once, did she have a report of accusing Scott Fellings of anything. Given their social circles, it would be a lot harder for the two to have even met.

Scott was a celebrity in school. Everyone knew his name but nobody really knew him unless they were a celebrity as well.

I switched to the next profile. Abigail Jones, a toothy blonde girl with dark brown eyes. And her records were scraped. In the photo she wore a cheerleader outfit, however the profile depicted her as a nobody.