Next Saturday came. Blaze attended the wedding with her grandfather, and caught up with her uncle Dale, and new aunt Aki. Aki's black hair was incredibly long, curly, and thick, coming down to her waist; and with the way it was styled, plus her Victorian dress and slim frame, she looked like royalty.

Her grandmother Iseul (she is of Korean descent), on her father's side was there, who was one of the sweetest, funniest, most easy-going people she knew. She had rarely seen her when she was a child; she didn't know why though - She almost treated her as if she was her own daughter, which she found refreshing. But, from the last time she saw her, she seemed... Different - As if she lost something in her personality. It was almost as if she was less aware of what was happening around her, as she would stare blankly into space quite frequently. She knew her health was deteriorating, but she didn't know it was this bad.

She also met her great aunt and uncle on Aki's side, who both were very kind and very straightforward - They did not mince words, and were a little unfiltered, but in a good way. They seemed like fun people to hang around with sometime. They would have to arrange to visit with them at some point.

Fortunately, certain people were not invited, including her great grandmother on her father's side- She didn't quite know why, but she creeped the living daylights out of her every time she came over to her old house. She always seemed to have some hidden agenda, and was very friendly with her father, but not with Dale. And from talking with Dale and Aki, she got the feeling that Iseul was frightened of her, but yet, the two of them went everywhere together and even lived together. She was absolutely positive there was something else going on there, besides what happened to her. Quite frankly, she was worried for Iseul, living with that old hag like she was.

But, other than that, it was a nice occasion, and it went far better than she thought it would.

Last Thursday, she overheard Wysteria say to multiple teachers, that she most likely wouldn't be there that week...

"Wait..." Jack asked, "I thought you were supposed to be absent."

"I thought so too," Wysteria replied calmly, painting violently, "I did everything they wanted me to; I prepared, I bought a three-piece suit, and yet they won't let me share what I know and have to offer. Thanks for the failed math test and exhaustion, Carl," She stabbed the paintbrush repeatedly into the dark, shaded areas of the rat's fur, "Thank. You."

"Who?" Blaze looked up, blinking confusedly, "What?"

"I shouldn't even be talking about this," Wysteria said to herself, dropping her brush into the water. She got up, and left the classroom without taking a pass, picking up her mechanical pencil as she left, her shoes clicking as she walked elegantly into the hall.

Oddly enough, the teacher just let her leave, even though there was already someone in the bathroom.

Everyone at the first three tables looked at the teacher and asked things such as, "What's with her?" and "Is she alright?"

There was a commotion for a few seconds.

The teacher stopped it, seeming to know more than he let on, "Just leave her alone."

It was quiet for awhile, and then the noise came back up to a normal level for that class.

When Wysteria returned from the bathroom and sat back down, it became silent. She tossed the pencil back up onto the table, and kept her hands clasped in her lap for the whole rest of the hour.

Blaze tried to lighten the mood, "So, uh..." She thought, then asked gently, "So, about the hacking thing..."

"Yes," Wysteria said, her tired bronze eyes looking expectantly at her.

"I got the thing you sent us..."

Jack piped up, "Oh. Yeah. I got it too - The list, right?"

"Yep," She said, "I think we should try discussing what we're doing in front of, or to others to see their reaction - To see who squirms. Because this happened before, in seventh grade, and I helped the school look then, but I don't think they found who it was," She continued, reclaiming herself, "But, it did stop after that. They must've gotten spooked, and stopped because of that."

"Oh yeah..." Jack responded, "I remember that!"

"It's almost nostalgic, in some terrible, twisted way to be investigating this again," Wysteria commented, then became determined, "I will find whoever it is this time."

"So... Do you think it's the same person as before, or..." Blaze trailed off.

Wysteria shook her head, "I know its not the same person," She explained, "They took a step back from last time - They're working under the victim's name again, and they're attacking the same person as the other one did before," She pulled out her phone, and called up some old, saved messages from eighth grade, "And they used some of the exact same phrases as the last times," She pushed it across the table with her left hand, "See here."

Sure enough, it was almost the exact same message.

"So... They're trying to frame the old hacker?" Blaze asked, "But how could they if they didn't know who they were?"

"Or perhaps just to re-open the case," Wysteria remarked.

"What if they're an old accomplice?" Jack asked, "Maybe one of them did something to make the other one angry."

Wysteria nodded, "It could very well be..."

"But why just that target?" Blaze asked, "I don't remember Allie getting it, but I do remember Sarah Jenkins, which is where some of the dialogue was copied from, the one that got the police to the school. And I remember from eighth grade, June complaining to me about a couple of anonymous emails, which you talked about before... Why just her?"

"Yes, June..." Wysteria's face came to an expression of realization.

"Maybe the original hacker had a particular grudge against her," Jack offered an explanation.

"No," Wysteria said, "Do you remember Harley Fish, June's twin?"

"Yeah," Blaze and Jack acknowledged in unison.

"Remember how she spread rumors that I 'hacked' the system?" She continued.

"Not in the school," Jack replied, "But I do remember June getting grounded for it, because Harley told their parents that you and her hacked her account together."

"Well," Wysteria commented, "At least they didn't spread too far."

"Why would she say that about you? You were always nice to them," Blaze asked.

"No," She corrected, "I was nice to June because she treated me with respect, unlike Harley. Therefore, I tried not to talk to her, even though she wanted to talk to me."

"So it's jealousy," Blaze concluded.

Wysteria nodded, raising an eyebrow, "Precisely."

"Yeah... I remember her trying to give you food in sixth hour last year," Jack thought back, "You never took any of it."

"Well," She replied, almost jokingly, but you could tell she was completely serious, "I didn't want to get poisoned."

"Are you serious?!" Blaze exclaimed.

"I wish I wasn't," She said back, "I don't know for sure if she was trying to poison me, but it was a distinct possibility. And it always seemed as if she wanted me, and only me to taste what she cooked, because when I tried giving a sucker to Arya after being forced to take it, she snatched it out of my hand and rushed away, saying 'She can't have that.'"

"She moved away though," Jack noted.

"It would make her seem less suspicious," Blaze replied, "I think that makes a lot of sense."

"But," Wysteria said, "We don't want to jump to any conclusions until we test this first."

"Okay," Jack nodded.

Blaze agreed, "Sure. Should we make references to her when we message her back."

"Yes," Wysteria replied, "And we should all message together, in the same place, to prove that I'm not doing this because of my past with her, and have all of our phones laid out, so we can see what everyone is doing with them."

"Yeah, good idea," Jack said, "There's a chapter test in English class for the two of us on To Kill a Mockingbird that we all need to study for."

"I don't have the same class as you," Wysteria informed them, "But I still remember all of what I learned last year."

"Oh yeah," Jack felt stupid, "You tested out, right?"

"Yes," Wysteria said quietly, self-conscious of seeming arrogant to others, "I did."

"We're gonna leave in five minutes," Blaze looked at the clock.

Jack offered to help out, "I'll get the water and brushes."

Wysteria staggered to stand, putting her weight on the side of her right foot, as if her legs wouldn't work properly, and carefully picked up the paint-stained palettes, "I'll clean the palettes."

She straightened her foot, forcing herself to stand properly on it.

After cleaning, they all went to their next class, and made plans to go to Wysteria's house to study.