Chapter 3 Murder In Her First Day In School

"Sup bro" A brown head boy called out walking into a department hall.

He sat directly opposite another boy who had his head lowered onto his desk.

Seeing the guy didn't budge, the boy reached out a finger and poked the other.

The other boy jerked up. He raised his eyes and seeing it was someone he was overly familiar with, relaxed.

He straightened up and relaxed on his chair. His handsome face seemed to have attracted a lot of attention as everyone's eyes diverted to him, temporarily putting their ongoing conversation on a hold.

"Did you hear? A transfer student would be coming today" the brown head boy said.

The other guy simply nodded, staring disinterestedly into space.

His friend got the hint instantly-He wasn't interested in such things.

The brown head boy opened his mouth about to say something but stopped seeing everyone's attention deviate towards the door.

Out of curiosity, he too turned around to see what was going on.

He was instantly dumbstruck. Standing at the door was someone who looked rebellious, a girl who looked extremely rebellious which her long flowing red hair didn't fail to portray.

"Hey class, I'm Felicity Winter and I'm gonna be your coursemate from today henceforth. I detest noise, and I hate nosy people. I have some rules which you all MUST abide. Firstly, never call out my name unnecessarily. If you do, the punishment would be really severe. I haven't thought of the other rules but until then do well to avoid me!" Amelia's voice rang out sternly.

The whole class was as quiet as a graveyard. The aura the girl had with her was surprisingly suppressing.

"Good students"

Under the careful eyes of everyone, she slowly made her way to her desk. Frowning she glanced coldly at the girl in her seat.

"I'm sorry I'm sorry" the girl muttered and fled the seat instantly.

Amelia sighed and sat down, placed a hand on her desk and used it to support her head.

Soon, a teacher walked in and the class began. Throughout the class, Amelia had her head lowered. There was no book in sight neither did she seem to be listening.

"Felicity Winter doesn't seem to be following your class Sir" A voice rang out. The whole class tilted their heads to confirm the sentence.

Even under such scrutinizing gaze, Amelia didn't deem it fit to lift her head.

"Felicity Winter can you recount a little out of what I've said here?" The teacher, Mr Brooks, asked.

Earlier on, the Principal had summoned all the teachers and asked them to be subtle on the new girl. He had no problem with it as he thought the girl looked weak and might be suffering from some sought of ailment.

He was extremely pissed off sighting her red hair but could say nothing as the principal didn't treat it as a big deal.

Now seeing the girl purposely letting her mind wander in his class infuriated him the more! He had asked from his few prestigious friends if they knew any influencial family which bore the name but the answer had been the same. None.

Three minutes, five minutes and still no reply from Amelia. She kept her head lowered like tho in a trance, it didn't even seem like though she still breathed.

"Detention for you Amelia!" He furiously yelled and only then did mutter an 'ok'.

It infuriated Mr Brooks and angrily he stormed out of the classroom. Only then did Amelia raise her head, a sinister look in her eyes.

"Xander, isn't she weird?" The brown head boy whispered to his friend.

Xander shrugged, then signed with his fingers "I don't know Collins. She's just being herself I guess"

Collins wasn't receptive to Xander's answer. He stared towards Amelia and subconsciously bit his lips. The girl was mysterious and pretty. Everything about her screamed perfection. From the colour of her hair, to her almost six foot height, then her pale complexion which made her appear like a vampire.

"She's beautiful. Perhaps I've found myself a girlfriend" He muttered.

Xander who was penning down some things, instantly shot up his head. He squinted then slowly turned to look at the girl who could make his friend say such.

He narrowed his eyes slightly catching some familiarity in her face but where the familiarity came from, he had no idea.

Rubbing his forehead slightly with his fingers, he signed with his afterward, "She looks familiar"

Collins snorted. He could believe anything apart from the fact the two had been met. How could Xander, a mute, be so opportuned to meet such a goddess.

"Yours thinking too much Xan" He muttered and just like he expected Xander nodded and returned his attention back to his books.

The class was noisy for the rest of the morning as no teacher walked in because a staffs meeting was ongoing.

While they screamed in the Staff room, a certain man was left wondering on how to get a girlfriend while the other subconsciously racked his Brian to remember something and a girl sat with her eyes fixed on her fingers wondering why two people could be so oddly familiar.

Feeling bored, she dipped her fingers into her backpack and took out her phone. She cropped through social media reading and liking comments, during the process a warm smile graced her face.

......

Jerking awake, a man sat up on his bed and ruffled his hair furiously.

He had the nightmare again and in it, the same silhouette kept popping up as usual but this time it said something scary.

The man stood up, grabbed a pack of cigarette from his bedside then trotted to the balcony.

He took out a stick then sighed angrily recalling he didn't take a lighter. Even in his angry state, the voice and words drifted through his ears.

"We, My Friend Are About To Meet Soon."

The words rang out in his ears. Fearfully, he stared towards the distance and saw something cutting sharply through the air and rushing towards his forehead in an abnormal speed.

Foop!