The school remained closed for the following week. I am usually lazy. I look forward to weekends like a normal person but I do not feel too frustrated at getting up on Monday mornings. But this time…I dreaded the school opening. Something about the hallways, classrooms, desks and benches would never be the same…753Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBi413pgans
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Melodramatic as it may seem, I had the feeling that that the school had been polluted by hatred. Maybe the hatred may affect one of us and…make us do terrible things. The voice had, if possible, become even more unpleasant. Most of the time it was paranoid, muttering things about a certain someone being annoyingly close. Close to what? I wanted to shout. As far as I knew, the investigation had barely begun.753Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmbj8N3jBqv
I had a good think about the case while alone. Most of it did not make sense at all. There were those strange events at the funeral(Jolly is actually Aunt Daisy's niece?! And Uncle Elias had her and Pinky murdered?!)…Something about blackmail...753Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMC8AFMPniX
Jenny had maintained a stony silence towards me since that day. She refused to answer my calls. And that kind of put me off from trying to visit her. I badly wanted to talk to her father but put that off too. He wasn't my favourite person. A thoroughly unpleasant individual, to be frank. Not to mention...753Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRtIALljtZ9
Mind you, I hadn't forgotten the old woman. I often wondered who she was and who could possibly have sent her. It was unsettling really to think that someone knew about my power and was threatened by it enough to try and scare me off.753Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoIJrrRRtBB
Her advice is nonsense, I constantly told myself when I felt even the tiniest bit afraid. But some part of me remembered what happened the night Jolly died and wondered if...Maybe everything she told...753Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡams6nhGnw0
But then some things happened that drove blackmail, Jenny and the old woman completely out of my mind.753Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡujUbyAlVet
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There is a certain saying about shocks and misfortunes. They come in battalions. The first of the shocks since the murders was served by the Monday morning newspaper. A small bottle had been discovered on Pinky’s body. After a million or so tests it was confirmed that it contained traces of poison. Poison...I could only stare helplessly at the bold headline, wondering if the whole world had gone crazy. Pinky...the little angel full of smiles and laughs. How could she...How can anyone even think...753Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtQsjd1zgdE
It was then that the voice decided to shock me again. It was soft...barely more than a whisper.753Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkw8VyhfYsO
“Where could he have hidden her? Where could Anthony have hidden her? He’s meddling a bit too much…”753Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPKWk1D56GV
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I gasped. There was only one Anthony that I knew. My Dad. He’s a private detective. What in the world could he have to do with this mess?753Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWIR3fHhaCr
To be continued...753Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmUHSxR7rUh
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