I'm in my first class right now. It's strange really. Seshu's not here.
What happened to him? I don't know.
Why is he not here? I don't know, okay?
But I surely wish nothing bad has happened. I hope it wasn't my fault somehow, either.
I tried my hardest to focus on the lesson. But I couldn't.
We had a different substitue this time and when she walked into the class room, it got much colder. I swear I shivered. Was I the only person who actually noticed?
Something doesn't feel right about her, I must say. I'm getting some sort of wierd precence from her. Nothing like I've ever felt this before. From anybody. Ever. And let me tell you, I did not like that. At all!
"Now listen children," - I hate when anyone called us that - "I have some bad news and some good new."
I muttered, "Bad new first. . ."
She looked at her computer screen like someone had jut slapped her face. I could tell that her facial features and her attitute was an act. Just to fool everybody. She couldn't fool me.
"The bad news is. . .your teacher's dead and her body had just been found. She has died from several rips to the skin and muscles, shot wounds and from lack of blood flow. It's on the news. Let's tune in, shall we?" She turned the t.v. to the news station. I recognized it right away. Aunt Jane watched that every morning while I was at school and then she went to work.
"A teacher's body was found underneath a lake. Blood was scattered everywhere. Multiple shot wounds to her skull and heart. Identified by her I.D. to be a teacher. Her name was Mrs. James. One of our dective's wife. The murderer has not been found nor identified. Her limbs have been-"
With that the teacher shut off the t.v. That's a good thing too because I'm pretty positive they were going to show her body. Or at least where her body lay.
She hid her face behind her hands and sighed. Her voice was shaky, "The good new is," She looked up at me directly, "I'll be your teacher for the rest of the year. Call me Ms. Inferno." Her tone stayed the same: Sad. The emotion in her blue eyes sure did change, though. From filled with tears and sadness to evil.
I looked around and all of the other kids were crying their eyes out, some of them where disscusing the matter, some were panicking and some. . . . Let's just say they were sleeping. I noticed that one person was pretty damn happy about this.
Ms. Inferno.
None of them were looking up.
I looked back at her and looked into her eyes. I need to read her soul. I have to. I wanted to. And so, I did.
My eyes rolled to the back of my head. I saw nothing. Read nothing. Hear nothing. Nothing? How's that even. . . possible?
She has no soul?!
She came up to my seat and slamed her hands down on my desk table. "Meet me after school young lady."
I fliched and nodded numly. What did she want?
She smirked. "You think you're such a good girl, don't you?"
". . . . .What?"
She sat back down, looked at me, smirked and I looked away.
What did she mean?
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