What happened to Annabelle Rein

Introduction

The boy in an expensive black suit takes his place centre stage. On queue, a spotlight falls onto him. His golden hair reflects warmly off of the striking white light, but it does no favours to his already sunken and pasty face. Hundreds of eyes stare at him hungrily, waiting impatiently to hear what he has to say. He takes a moment, clears his throat, and then begins.
"We all have fears: the fear of dogs, aeroplanes, drowning. I'm afraid of the dark, I'm afraid of huge spiders, of embarrassing myself in front of a crowd, of being kicked off of the soccer team, of not getting into college"
His voice is strained and weak from crying. God knows why his parents made him to do the speech instead of doing it themselves. They put it down to grieving, as if he wasn't grieving as well.
He rearranges the cards between his trembling hands before propping them on to the wooden stand in front of him.
"Those were a few of my fears that I thought were scary. But, I suppose, you don't know what really scares you until it happens"
An accidental smile slips across his red, plump lips, and he lets out an amused chuckle. Everyone already knows what he's talking about, and maybe that's what made the hall feel so suddenly eerie, or maybe it's the slideshow behind him, of a pretty little girl with blonde hair.
"I was afraid of the dark, huge spiders, embarrassing myself in front of a huge crowd, being kicked off the football team, not getting into college and,"
He inhales sharply, squeezing his eyes shut. I think I spot a tear sliding down his cheek, but then again, it could just be a trick of the light.
"I was afraid of my little sister being murdered"
I scuffle uncomfortably in my chair, adjusting my rain coat. The rest of the hall shares the same discomfort as people shift beneath themselves. Everyone had read about it in the papers, and ridiculous rumours had already started, but nobody had actually said it out loud; and nobody had put it as blunt and straightforward as he had.
"I'm Jacob Rein and my sister Annabelle Rein was murdered last week after being reported missing for five days"
That's when people begin to take out there notepads and jot down everything he says.
"Annabelle was fifteen, sixteen in March. She had golden hair which reached her shoulders and blue eyes. She was a straight A student who was a part of many clubs, such as cheerleading, dance, gymnastics, art and drama. She was always happy"
There's something there, something too orderly about the way he describes his sister. There's a sudden and confusing lack of grief or sorrow. The way he speaks seems almost rehearsed, planned out, as if he had practiced it many times before.
"We don't know what happened in the five days where Annabelle was missing, or who she was with. If anybody has any information about what might have happened to Annabelle, please contact the Sheriff"
I look around the room to where, five rows in front and two rows across, Ru sits with her legs folded neatly. She glances back at me, the same suspecting look on her face.
"Please, give Annabelle her justice so she can finally rest in peace"
Without another word, he exits off of the stage. The room erupts into a million unanswered questions but I don't wait around long enough to hear them.