Chapter Two:
Amber's P.O.V.
Joy's a bitch. No doubt about it.
Ok, yes. She did save Alfie, Patricia, Nina and I from being trapped. But, I still don't like her. End of story. Joy stood on the stage, clipboard in hand. This as usual was the normal, controlling, and egotistic girl in Anubis House. New play for school, same old same old. Joy's the director. I glanced at Mara sitting in the corner of the room, giving Joy a death stare. Mara looked up at me. I sighed and walked up to her.
End of P.O.V.
"Why didn't you just pluck up the courage and raise your hand to be director? " Amber asked. Mara sighed.
"Joy's my friend, I love her! Sisterhood!" Mara said, raising her hand. "But, I share a room with her. I hate tension." Mara said.
"Joy does too. She would have felt the same way you would be feeling right now, if you would have raised your hand!" Amber said, stomping her foot. Jerome came up behind Amber.
"And if you go ask to be director. More drama I get to see!" Jerome added.
"Jerome, this is none of your business." Mara said, angry.
"Oh, but it is. I'm costume designer!" He said laughing. Amber gasped.
"YOU! COSTUME DESIGNER!" Amber screamed. "HELL NO! "Amber ran up to the stage up to Mr. Sweet.
"Mr. Sweet, why in the world is Jerome costume designer! That is my department!" Amber yelped.
"Now, Miss Millington, we don't have to be a bad sport? Do we? You can assist Jerome in costume designing!" Mr. Sweet added.
"ASSIST!" She screamed. She whirled around on the spot. Jerome was cackling very hard.
Joy's P.O.V.
Same old Amber. She was the most Egoistic, dramatic, controlling like troll in Anubis House!
Amber's a bitch. No doubt about it.
Me? I'm nice. Well, I did try and steal Fabian from Nina, but that's not the point. The point is Amber is just-ugh! She works my nerves! She gets my blood to boil!
And yes, me. Joyce Isabella Mercer! I am director of this play! Okay, yes. It's a school play. But, you know you can get scholarships for these kinds of things. Mr. Sweet is bringing in a guest from a college in London looking for scholarship worthy students. And who better to be that person than me? I am willing to crush anyone who gets in my way. No doubt. I will get my way. Okay, now I sound like Amber.
End of P.O.V.
Victor browsed through the student files in his office. Yes, the mysteries were old. They were. But, Victor had to take a peek in these folders. The folders said the same thing yesterday. Same students, same middle names, same birthdays. Same Jerome Christophe Clarke. Same Alfred Mara duke Lewis. Same Annalisa Marie Millington. Same Fabian Joseph Rutter. It's the same students! Victor would have to watch them closely. Especially that Martin girl.
"Oh Yacker, I love you! You're my cutesy bear!" Eddie said.
"Nice." Patricia said, in her normal mean tone.
"There's the romance you wanted. Eddie said. Patricia rolled her eyes.
"You know what I mean." Patricia said. They at in detention, of course. The only people in the there. While, Mr. Sweet was maintaining the play.
"Maybe." Eddie said.
"I love you, you love me. What's the problem?" Patricia exclaimed. Eddie sighed.
"I'm ready now. But, there's no way to be alone in this school, or the house!" said Eddie. Patricia sighed.
"If we skip detention, it's not like were committing a crime." Patricia said. Eddie smiled.
"c'mon then." Said Eddie.
Eddie and Patricia lay in Patricia bed, the door locked. Eddie lay on top of Patricia, sweaty, and out of breath. Both, naked. Patricia, in complete pain down in her woman hood area. Eddie had his head resting on Patricia's chest. They both ran their hands up each other's body.
"It's one in the afternoon. Not bad." Eddie said.
(Author's Note: It's a bit awkward for me right now. But, I am an author. I do this for a living. Well, the writing part. Not the sex part. And I'm only 13 so…..whatever. Excuse me if I get uh… 'Dirty' and specific)
"Eddie. We didn't use protection." Patricia said. Eddie sighed.
"Can't I just enjoy this moment? Please Patricia?" Eddie asked.
"Fine, but you have to go get me a morning after pill at the pharmacy." Patricia said.
"How am I supposed to do that?" Eddie asked, confused.
"By pharmacy, I mean nurses office." Said Patricia.
Fabian kissed Nina passionately. Nina pulled away.
"What's wrong?" he asked, confused, and a bit hurt.
"Let me have my razors back, now. Please. I need to do it. Now. Please." Nina said. Fabian almost had a heart attack. Did Nina really just say that?
"Alright. Fine. But, if you're going to do it. You're going to do it in front of me." Said Fabian. He grabbed the box of razors from his bag and handed one to Nina.
"Are you crazy or something?" Nina asked, taking the razor.
"Nope, but you're going to do it in front of me, if you want to cut." Fabian said. Nina rolled her sleeve up. She glanced back up at Fabian. This was the perfect place to do it. Quiet. Behind the bleachers. She took a deep breath and slid the razor across her arm. Fabian gasped. Nina fell limp. Fabian grasped hold of Nina in a tight hug, as he flung the bloody razor across the grass.
'YOU DON'T EVER LET YOURSELF FEEL GOOD? DO YOU!" Fabian screamed.
Trudy was in the kitchen cooking. She turned around to her stack of knives in a canister sitting on the counter. Gone. Trudy began to panic. This explains it. Missing pill bottles from the pantry, missing knives all the time. Blood in the bathroom. Why is this person stealing all these things?
The entire Anubis House sat in the living room. Victor Trudy, the school nurse, Mr. Sweet and the school police officer walked in.
"This house is on lockdown until these things are found. " Victor said.
"We'll need to talk to each one of you one on one." Mr. Sweet said.
"I hope you all understand the seriousness of this." Trudy said.