Demons of My past

Chapter 27

Chapter 27

I walked into the lunchroom, slowly making my way to the table Munira was sitting at. She was bent over a bunch of papers. Which meant that she had gotten the papers of the foreign exchange students. I took a seat across from her, placing my lunch on the table.

"Oh, good. You're here. I convinced Mrs.Hansen to let me eat this lunch today," said Munira not looking up.

"You got them?" I asked surprised.

she nodded her head without looking up.

"I was making a list of all the students that fit the descriptions," she explained pointing at her small list.

"That's... not a lot," I said glancing at her list

"Ya, I guess the less we have the better" she replied with a shrug.

"Through grades nine and eleven, I only found four kids that matched. That was like fifty students," she explained pointing to a pile of papers.

"Wow... that's a lot of students," I frowned finally taking a seat. 

she nodded her head with a sigh.

"There are twenty exchange students in our grade," she said taking a bite of her sandwich.

"Hand over ten documents," I said reaching for them.

With a smile, she grabbed a waiting pile and placed them in my hand. 

I took the pages with a heavy sigh. Each page had a students information and a picture of them. I knew we would get in a lot of trouble if the teachers saw us. Yet, somehow the idea of getting caught wasn't terrifying.

"Find anything?" I asked between pages. 

She shook her head, looking up in thought. I looked down at the list in front of me. A few seconds passed when Munira gasped in shock. I looked up at her and waited for her to say something. 

She began to go through her papers frantically searching for something. 

"Why didn't he cross our minds? Why did I not even have the least amount of suspicion of him? I mean he fits right in," she mused talking to herself.

I stayed quiet, waiting for her to invite me into her thoughts. She turned looking at me with a frightened look.

"Why did we not think of Ali? He has blue eyes and black hair, and he did date Lisa," she questioned me.

It took a few minutes for the question to settle into my head. I looked down at my own papers unable to speak. Why hadn't we considered him? He was someone that put all of us on edge. I looked at her at a loss for words.It was as if I was losing my equilibrium, the world seemed to be tilting from its axis.

 I sat there stunned and speechless. Why was it that he never crossed our minds? Even though he was always around us? Was it because he always seemed to melt into the background without a problem? He talked and interacted... people noticed his presence, but not him as a person.

"I mean think about it, Lisa goes out with him for a few weeks; and then she is supposedly killed? And her step bro takes the blame?" she frowned chewing her bottom lip.

"Tell me that doesn't just point the finger right at him?" she questioned.

Pieces were starting to fit in...but not enough that it totally made sense. We were still missing huge important chunks. The police must have questioned him, that was a given. Seeing as he was her boyfriend at the time. But he had to have had a good alibi, to get away scratch free. I bit my lip in worry. Just who were we up against?