My name is Michele Michigan, I'm a seventeen year old junior at Swiss High School in Wisconsin. I'm kind of a loner with no friends. I have long black hair and dark brown eyes. I live in a group home and I've been repressing most of my past. Trying to forget every last detail. Halloween is coming up in about a week, everyone seems excited for the dance on Halloween. Our town does a school dance for all students just because it's not safe to be out on Halloween. Bad people are out then and they want to make sure everyone is in a safe space. It was the start of History, I doing some homework, minding my own business.  

"Halloween's next week, Michele." Some girl with a rich kid entitlement voice said. 

Stephanie Watson, the richest girl in school. With short light brown hair and dark brown eyes. Wearing white high waisted shorts, nude leggings, a pink crop top and grey Nike's sneakers. Out school has a strict dress code, if you wear shorts you must wear leggings and you can only wear sneakers. Oh and she said that to me because I was wearing a boyfriend tee that said 'rock and rock in my soul' black skinny jeans, black converse and a bronze worn out cross necklace that I have never taken off. I'm not sure why I wear it, it obviously has something to do with my past but I'm not opening that door. So, I just keep it on. I just ignored her. 

"You're not deaf, Michele," she always ends her sentences with whoever she's talking too. Get annoying and old real fast. 

"I wish I were so I wouldn't have to hear your voice." 

She was about to retaliate, but our principle Ms. H walked in. She has long brown hair and dark brown eyes. Everyone got silent, she's not our History teacher. 

"I'm sorry to inform you, but Mr. Mitch has passed away. You we found a replacement teacher right away."

Passed away? Mr. Mitch was in his early 20s and completely fit. He lived for being healthy. His health plan gave him at least 100 more years on this Earth. And then we have a replacement teacher right off the bat? I looked around and no one thought this was a little weird, they were too focused on Mr. Mitch. Ms. H introduced our new teacher. He has black hair and dark brown eyes. We made eye contact right away. He looks so familiar, it's almost eerie. I just continued to stare. Waiting for an explanation. His name is Mr. Lowery. Why is that so familiar? 

Before I knew it my hand was raised, I never raise my hand, 'doesn't anyone find this weird?"

Mr. Lowery looked at his attendance paper, but he didn't have too, somehow I knew he knew me. "Ah, Michele Michigan, guess you live in the wrong state." He made a causal joke, "And what do you think is so weird about this?"

"Uh," I couldn't say for some reason, "that you don't know what we're learning and you're teacher style might be completely different."

"Well, I read up on what you're learning, WWII, my specialty and I'm a laid back teacher, I'm sure you're worried about nothing."

Yeah, nothing. But I can't shake the feeling that he had something to do with Mr. Mitch passing. I know I shouldn't look into it, but I need to know. I have a strong urge that I need to know. I have an even stronger that he knows what I'll be doing. He looks at me differently than everyone else. I should be careful.