I wainted till it was break so that I could go to the library.
The library was a really odd place. It looked like a rundown place, filled with dusty floors and chairs. The books had spider webs and were slowly rotting.
There were two old ladies in the front desk. When I walked up to them and greeted them they were so shocked that one looked like she was having a heart attack.
"My, young lady you gave us a fright. What are you doing here?" One asked.
"What else that to get a book?" I replied.
"Ohh sorry, it's that close to no one ever comes here anymore for the last few years, I'm Mrs Bustier and this is Mrs Demaklies, what can we do for you today?" She asked.
"Can I have the year books for all the years Diana King has been here." I said. I knew if I asked for all the year books I would most likely spend the whole day there so I thought if maybe I asked for Diana's year books I could most likely find something.
Mrs Bustier stood went to the back of the room and took a while to collect the year books. Meanwhile Mrs Demaklies was busy asking me odd question like if I was lost or was being pranked. I answered all no and as soon as things were getting awkward Mrs Bustier showed up with 4 year books.
I thanked her and sat down. I went through the first one which was her 6th grade. She looked so innocent and had braces. Three photos after hers was Justina Wellington's photo followed by Sabrina's. They looked so beautiful and innocent. Infact everyone looked innocent.
I went to the next grade, which was 7th grade , and found all three of them again, in the same sequence and still looking the same. I passed on to the next one , 8th grade, and I only saw Diana's picture. I looked for the twins' photos but I couldn't see them. I looked for them in the last one but I still couldn't find them.
When I closed the book a paper peeked through the few pages at the back. It was pink and was filled with glitters. I opened the pages it was peeking through and it was filled with signatures. I read through them and found familiar names which belonged to the learners in the class I was attending with Diana. There was a short paragraph hand written above the signatures.
Dear Justinee and Sabrin
It is never real till it happened to someone close to you. You left us without a goodbye and with a huge hole in our hearts. We will always remember you and your unique personalities. You will forever be in our hearts and in our memories. Your accomplishments in the science club and the cheer leading crew will forever be acknowledge in this school. We bid you farewell and good luck to wherever you are going bad hope you'll watch over your fellow classmates.
Yours in broken hearts
9th grade class
❤.I couldn't believe it. What did they mean by 'you left us'. Wait, is Justina and Sabrina dead? No way, I mean I just talked to them not so long ago and they looked very much alive. Wait it's this why they are in the. . . .
The bell snapped me from my thoughts. I thanked the ladies again and ran to class. My head was all over and I couldn't think straight. The teachers noticed that I was not concentrating due to me not raising my hand to every question they asked. They asked me what was wrong and u told them I had a head ache so they called my driver and sent me home.
The driver also noticed my mood and asked why I wasn't singing along to the songs he played as usual. I told him I was fine and he shrugged the topic off.
I arrived at home and didn't notice how hard I slammed the car door that the driver gave me a stern look and drove off. I walked up the stair and straight to my room. I sat straight up on the bed with my eyes wide open. I just couldn't believe it. I then curled up and started telling myself it wasn't real over and over again.
"No it can't be". I thought. "It can't be that the people I thought were alive and whom I shared all my secretes with, laughed with, cried with, sat with were just figment of my imagination." Tears rolled down my eyes and I started sobbing softly and eventually fell asleep.
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