“Ah Cayo! I was looking for you.” Mr.Hija beamed, his pearly whites contrasting with his dark complexion. I bowed my head slightly forward, a sign of respect, one might say. “Yes Sir?” In his left hand was a stack of papers, and in his right, a thick, red book titled ‘The Mormons’.
I truly did expect to be smacked in the face by the newspaper office that he held but instead he passed me the book. “My boy, could you pass this to Ms.Emily in the library? She needs it for her literature group.” Oh, her? “Sure!” I smiled briefly, grasping the book and running back down the halls.
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Okay I’m in the right block now..I pant quietly for awhile before continuing on, walking instead. Humming a tune I made up, I walk to the beat. “Dadadadaadaaaa~”—splash!—huh? Must be a leakage. I shrug, knocking twice on the door before entering.
“Cayo dear? Do come in.” I nod, entering the ice cube like room and setting the book down gently on the table. “Mornin’ Miss. Mr.Hija asked me to pass this to you.” She smiled warmly and thanked me, I asked for leave, which I got and reached for the door. “Oh, dear? You aren’t in the Art Stream are you?” That’s random..? “No Miss.” She nodded and ushered me out.
Maybe I should check myself? I do suppose I look messy.. I headed to the washrooms, not bothering to stop at the sound of shuffling. Hm..nothing seems out of place..why’d she ask me that? I sighed, arching my back to stretch and stabling myself by gripping the sink, letting my head swing down.
And then I figured out why.
My shoes–which were previously snowy coloured–now looked like a snow cone. A strawberry one. What happened?!? I haven’t gone near any of the Art students! Nor did I spill anything when I ate! So when did—
Oh.
I replayed the wet splashing sound in my head over and over again. What I thought was a leakage surely wasn’t of water. Crap. I sprinted back to where I remembered the distinct noise. After what seemed like crossing the Sahara, I finally made my way back.
Red.
Well well well. Funny, it must be new, but the body’s missing. There wasn’t a trail visible unfortunately, so I guess I have to be patient. Crouching down near the lockers I remained tense and eventually my muscles whined for me to even move a finger. I kept my stance, not caring if my limbs fell asleep.
It was about a quarter of an hour and my legs were about to give out. Then I heard a slight rustle, it wasn’t too soft nor ridiculously loud, sounded like something plastic. A bag? Probably. I peaked around the corner, my arms feeling as though thousands of needles pricked them.
Keiko? Huh. I knew she was different but this really seals the deal. I kept watching, focusing on the blue haired vixen in front of me. Whistling, she skipped towards the bloody puddle; but then…she stopped..? Right in front of it. What I heard next both terrified me and had me perplexed.
”I know you’re there. Your footprints gave you away.” Her voice sounded so different…robotic even. I exhaled loudly, might as well get this done and overwith. I stepped into the light.
“Hi. Keiko.”
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