I was standing outside leaning on my dads car waiting for him and my sister Fatima, today is Monday and I am prepared for school after a weird weekend.

I was up early today partly because I was busy writing my verse for our next song, but most importantly because I couldn't sleep. Something deep inside me tells me our little peaceful community is not going to be that peaceful in the coming weeks, and despite trying not to I still can't help but to think about it.

"Can you please move," a voice said impatiently.

The familiar voice pulled me back to reality. I see Fati which is the short form of Fatima staring at me with her beautiful face wrinkled to a frown.

I notice my dad opening the door to the drivers seat, without saying a word I entered the back seat.

Fati love to seat at the front of the car, so I know better than to take her spot.

We arrived at school fifteen minutes later. I see Yusuf and Amin waiting for me at the school gates, after bidding my dad farewell I meet up with them and we entered the school premises together.

After the morning assembly we gathered at our first class History. As expected the dead body is the hottest topic in school, hell I bet it is the hottest topic all over Green hill.

The first class usually starts at eight but its already eight thirty and our history teacher is yet to arrive. I can't say I am not enjoying the free period as our group of three sat at a corner arguing about the potential quarter finalist after last nights Champions league last sixteen draw.

The principal unexpectedly walked into our class, after a second surprise everybody scramble to his or her own seat.

After the class was settled we notice a stranger standing behind the principal. The principal is a very kind man who is in his sixties, he has a bald head and a gray moustache.

"You kids seem to be having fun," the principal smiled.

The whole class was quite as no replied.

"Your history teacher has a family emergency and had to leave for the village urgently, but luckily we were able to get a replacement during the weekend," the principal said.

The principal gesture to the strange woman to come forward before introducing her, "This is Miss funke Collins, your temporary history teacher."

Miss funke is a tall and slender woman who looks like someone in her late twenties, her skin was fair she was putting on long lashes and her maroon coloured hair look good on her all in all she could barely pass as someone beautiful.

After the introduction the principal left and class started.

It was break time and we are currently sitting in the cafeteria having lunch.

"Miss funke is a very good history teacher," Amin said with a mouthful.

"It was the only time I enjoyed history since the beginning of this term," I said while Yusuf nodded.

We are currently three weeks into the first term of ss2.

"If it continues like this am sure I can get a C," Amin smiled.

"Abubakar, Abubakar," I heard Hussain calling.

I raised my head and saw him half walking half running to our table from across the hall.

"You are right," Hussain said as he got to our table.

"Sit down ursh," I urged.

"What happened?" Yusuf asked with a frown.

"I waked up late today and Yusuf left for school without me, when i was finally read and came down for breakfast I head something shocking," Hussain paused.

Does he always have to do this

"Talk already," Amin said clearly annoyed by Hussain's deliberate pause.

"It was about the dead body,"

"I can't believe you made me stop eating just for this," Amin said displeased.

"I am not don't yet," Hussain said unhappy with the interruption.

We nodded for him to continue but no one seems interested in what he had to say anymore.

"On the news this morning they said the autopsy carried on the dead body showed that there was a very thin, almost invincible knife cut on the victims body which is also the cause of death."

When I heard the last two sentence I choked spiting out the water in my mouth in shock.

Looking at Yusuf I can see the shock on his face which is not any less than my.

"Come on, that was my lunch," Amin said clearly unaware of meaning of Hussain's words.

"Are you sure," I asked ignoring Amin's complaints.

Hussain nodded indicating yes. I slump back to my seat unsure what to think.

"What's with the reaction," Amin asked confused.

"Remember Abubakar's imagination," Yusuf pause, "it's no longer an imagination."

Amin looked confused for a few seconds but soon connected the dot, his shock was even more intense than ours.

We decided to not talk about it until after school.

After school we gathered at the school gate, deciding to walk back home.

"I wasn't able to concentrate in class at all," Hussain said breaking the silence.

"Neither were we," I replied.

"This means what you saw was true," Yusuf said.

"Lets not freak out guys, maybe they had a grudge or something that why the cloaked guy killed him," Amin try to calm everyone.

"And maybe he is indeed a serial killer and might still be town."

Yusuf's words made us look at the people walking past us cautiously.

"Oh my god!" Amin exclaimed, "do you guys remember in movies bad things usually starts happing when someone new moved to town."

"What does that have to do with the topic at hand," Hussain asked.

Amin pointed at our history teacher who moved pass us on a bike.

"Does are movies,"

"But they could be true, after all I don't trust her," Amin insisted.

"You met her today, how can you trust her," I argued.

"Look who we found," a voice said interrupting us.

It was the Bomber squad, the four of them stood blocking the road.

"Get out of our way smelly mouths," Yusuf said angrily.

Yusuf can be scared of even the little of things but he also has a hot temper and easily gets angry.

"What will you losers do if we don't," Said Samir the leader of the bomber squad.

Yusuf turned and smiled at us, from his looks I know we can't avoid a fight. Without warning Yusuf punched Samir in the face.

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