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Post by Hannah on Nov 2, 2006 21:37:33 GMT
I get out of the car, Tom picked me up earlier this morning and look around. Not much different from other schools but it looks somehow nice
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Post by Jacky on Nov 2, 2006 21:42:22 GMT
I get out as well and look around. "...was I naive to think big things only happen at big schools?" I wonder, as Judy and I start making our way to the square as well. It's not even as much of a question as a statement. But it's still slightly weird to imagine a possible murder going on at a community school like these.
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Post by Hannah on Nov 2, 2006 21:44:21 GMT
"Yes, it looks like that" I smirk as we walk inside to the office to get all the papers of new students and stuff
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Post by Jacky on Nov 2, 2006 21:52:22 GMT
Some fifteen minutes later the bell rings. The kids from the square start to wander into the schoolbuilding, dividing themselves into the seperate classrooms. Me and Judy are standing there with our 'new sceduals'. We're pretty tactfully divided in seperate classes so we can take a good look around. Unfortunately for me that means I gotta attend to every nerdy class when she gets to go to the easy ones. "...Wanna switch?" I try.
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Post by Hannah on Nov 2, 2006 21:54:13 GMT
I chuckle and look at his scedual "No thank you, I think this will do just fine" I tell him with a teasing grin and put the scedual into my pocket. "Enjoy your day."
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Post by Jacky on Nov 2, 2006 21:58:56 GMT
"Yeah. You too." I tell her. Our way seperate, as she goes off to what-class-it-could-be and I take another glance at my paper. Later in the afternoon I'll have English class.. the class the victim of the case used to teach. That might get interesting.
But now there's physics. I turn down the hall in search of the classroom I gotta be in.
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Post by Hannah on Nov 2, 2006 22:00:15 GMT
Later during lunch I walk to the canteen with some other girls who were highly enthausiastic about my hairdo  |
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Post by Jacky on Nov 2, 2006 22:08:22 GMT
As usual I do my best to blend in like a cameleon. Which works out pretty swell. One of the kids, a guy named Bruce, shows me around as lunchbreak starts. I gratefully take this oppertunity to get informed a little more. "I think I'll like it around here." I tell the fellow, as we head into the canteen and sit somewhere at the end of a table. "Seems nice."
"Yeah?" He leans over the table, conspiracy like. "Didn't ya hear 'bout the accident yet?"
Bingo. I lean towards him so he can tell. "What accident?"
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Post by Hannah on Nov 2, 2006 22:11:01 GMT
I keep talking to the girls during lunch and it *is* pretty nice to talk to them, but I'd like to know osmeting more about the entire thing that happened here
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Post by Jacky on Nov 2, 2006 22:16:27 GMT
"Miss Jackson, who teached English class.." He raises both his eyebrows. "Got shot. Bullet, right here." He taps between his eyes. "Or so they say."
"When that that happen?" I ask, being all ears.
"About a week ago now." Bruce says. "The cops say they can't do anything without evidence. So the killer might still be right in this school." He grins. "Creepy huh?"
I smirk, glancing around the cafeteria for a second. Yeah. One of them might as well be. "Creepy." I agree.
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