Chapter 7 : The person dressed in Black



" Anna!" My teachers voice yells. " what?" I say looking up from my lap were I was fiddling with the half of the bracelet I found at the crime scene yesterday." I asked if you new what the square root of four hundred and eight was." Explains my teacher in a irritated voice." Uh" I stuttered. I didn't know the answer. Ever since I had found that bracelet it's all I could think about. " Miss Carson will you please pay attention." My teacher said. " uh yeah. Sorry." I muttered shoving the half of that bracelet back in my pocket.

After a few more boring classes went by it was finally time for lunch. I made my way to the cafeteria. I saw Rose sitting all by herself at a table so I walked over to her." Can I sit here?" I asked Rose. " Sure." She said. " So what's up?" I asked casually. " nothing much." . " hey what's that?" Asked rose pointing to the half bracelet I was fiddling with." Oh uh it's a bracelet that I found. It's not important." I said shoving the bracelet back in the pocket of my jeans. " I got to go" said Rose nervously as she got up with her lunch tray and walked away. Well that was weird, I thought to myself.

After two hours passed by it was finally the last class of the day: gym. I don't quite care for gym. physical education was never something I found easy or the least bit enjoyable. As I was getting changed I noticed that Marisa's locker was only a few lockers down from mine. I looked around to see if anyone was still changing. Luckily everyone was already gone. So I walked over to Marisa locker took a bobby pin out of my hair and used it to open her locker. I new breaking into lockers was wrong. But Marisa could've been Kris's killer and if I wanted to know more about her going through her locker was a good way to find out if she did it. I opened the locker. It looked like any other regular locker with gym clothes, books, a water bottle. She seemed like a normal fifteen year old to me. I was about to close her locker and get out of there before anyone saw me when I saw it. On the top of her locker on a shelf was the other half of the bracelet." Oh my god "I whispered to myself. The other half of the bracelet had the letters KA written on it. I quickly shoved the bracelet in my gym bag. I was about to leave the locker room when I heard a loud BANG! I stopped dead in my tracks. Standing right in front of me was Marisa looking just as terrified as I was. " what are you doing in my locker?" She asked. " you should not be the one questioning people." I scolded. " Do you mind telling me what this is doing in your locker?" I said pulling out the bracelet."Ive never seen that before in my life" she protested." Then why is it in your locker?" I asked angered at the fact that she was lying to me. " I don't know why it was in my locker! Maybe someone put it there." Suggested Marisa sounding hurt I didn't believe her. " then-" BANG! We were interrupted by a loud noise again and this time we both screamed. " what is that noise!?" I exclaimed. " I don't know" said Marisa." Let's get out of here". We were about to leave when someone dressed in all black burst into the locker room"Ahhhh!!!" We both screamed. The person ran at us. We dodged them but this person wasn't giving up so easily. The person picked up one of the badminton rackets on the bench and swung it at us. I managed to dodge it but Marisa wasn't so lucky she was hit in the back of the head. Marisa fell to the floor." Marisa!" I screamed. The person was about to take another swing at me but Tripped and fell. I used this as an opportunity to take the badminton racket from them. The person got back on their feet but quickly decided I wasn't worth it because the person ran away. I'm not sure where they went but the person dressed in black was gone. I quickly ran to Marisa's side." Marisa! Marisa!" I yelled.Marisa slowly opened her eyes." Oh thank god your okay" I said relived.Marisa stared at me with a confused look." Who was that?" She asked. " I don't know Marisa. I don't know."

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