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Toris

September 25, 2012

7:22am

Sidewalk


I'm walking down the sidewalk on my way to the bus stop. I don't really enjoy riding the bus, but I don't mind it too much. At least two of my best friends; Eduard von Bock from Estonia, and Raivis Galante from Estonia, are on the same bus. I guess it makes sense though since their houses are both about five minutes from mine.

From my house it's about a ten minute walk to the bus stop. I don't mind the walk; I actually find it enjoyable! The air this morning is crisp and cool so I'm glad the uniform coat jacket offers a little protection. There is a little bit of wind and it's blowing my hair around wildly, and it keeps getting in my eyes. Sometimes I wish it was shorter.

"Hey Toris." Eduard called.

"Oh, hi Eduard, how are you?" I walked to them calmly after a glance to make sure Ivan and his little sister weren't here yet. Ivan really makes me nervous. In middle school, he used to pick on the three of us, but when we got to high school he stopped for the most part. Sometimes he still picks on us, or threatens to, but Feliks almost always defends me. Unfortunately if Ivan were to fight him I really doubt Feliks would when, but Ivan never bully's me when Feliks comes around. Natalia, Ivan's little sister, is like an angel! She's the most beautiful, sweet, kind, girl I've ever met! So far she hasn't admitted to liking me, but I know one day we'll be together!

"I'm doing well." He pushed his glasses up. He looked past me and frowned. "Here comes Ivan and Natalia."

"What?" Raivis is by far the most terrified of Ivan out of the three of us. Actually Eduard isn't too scared of him but he does get nervous. He just doesn't show it.

Raivis looked around frantically and when he spotted them, jumped behind Eduard shaking terribly. I can't say I'm not shaking too though.

"Oh, hello Toris, Eduard, Raivis. It's nice to see you again." He smiled that creepy smile of his that always makes me want to run home and hide under my covers.

"Yeah Ivan." Eduard said. I don't know how he can be so calm!

"Why are you hiding back there, Raivis?" Ivan leaned around Eduard and looked at Raivis who promptly began shaking even harder than before, if that's even possible.

"Good morning, Natalia." I said nervously.

"Я не вижу, что это так здорово о нем.* Shut up." she said. She's probably had a bad morning. (A/N in case you want to know that's pronounced: YA ne vizhu, chto eto tak zdorovo o nem)

I was about to open my mouth so I could say something else to her but the bus pulled up and Eduard and Raivis were eager to get in. Once we were in and had sat down, Eduard pulled out his iphone. Though all the kids around here have rich parents, we still don't usually get things like that, but Eduard and his family have this thing about technology. I glanced over at the phone to see what he was doing. He's reading the news. Naturally.


Feliks

September 25, 2012

3:50am

Secret room


When I woke up it was still mostly dark. Nothing was really registering, and everything was blurry. I shook my head trying to get the room to come into focus. As my vision began to clear and my eyes started to focus on the dark shapes in the room I quickly realized I wasn't in my room. "Gdzie… jestem?"* I tried to move my arms, but they seemed to be tied behind my back, "Co się stało?"* I muttered attempting to move.

"Oh so you're awake." I looked up and saw the silhouette of a woman; the same short haired woman that grabbed me. That rag she put on my face must have been drugged. Just great. I wonder how long I've been here.

"Why did you like, kidnap me?" I heard shoes making a loud clomping sound and the silhouette started to disappear into the shadow of the stairs as she walked down them.

"Now why would I tell you that?" She asked, leaning close to me. She is so close I can smell her hair. It smells clean.

I pulled back and glared at her, trying not to be scared. She made a motion with her head that makes me think she rolled her eyes. She turned around and walked for a second before she turned a small light on. It was angled perfectly so that she can see but I can't. When she turned back around from the table the light was on she had a large rectangular piece of material in her hands. After straining my eyes at it I realized it was red and white; a Polish flag.

"So Feliks…" She said a sneer in her voice "are you patriotic?"

"What?" I'm really, really confused right now.

"Do you love your country?" She asked, positioning her hands at the top middle of the flag.

"Like, of course I do!" Seriously what kind of Pole does she think I am?

"Well Poleski, I'd reconsider." With a terrible sound she ripped the flag in half. Two perfect strips of color.


Toris

9:02am

Washington International High school-hallway


English was my first class. I'm feeling nervous, and a little afraid. It doesn't have anything to do with the class, but Feliks is in that class and he didn't show up. If it were anybody else I wouldn't think anything of it, but Feliks? No. If he were going to be absent he would tell me! If he had to pull himself by his teeth across his room to get to his cell phone so he could text me and say he wouldn't be there he would. I know him! That's why I'm so nervous about him not being here.

I shut my locker and sighed, looking at my cell phone again. Still nothing. I must have sent a hundred messages since I noticed his absence this morning. "Oh Feliksas, kur tu?" I sighed and looked at the floor.

"You are Toris, right?" a heavily French accented voice asked from behind me. I turned and faced the young Frenchman. His hair is the same length as mine but it's blond, and the sun seems to shine blindingly off of it when he angles it just right in the sun. Like right now. Of course, it doesn't hurt that it looks like it might be a little wet.

I squinted at him and nodded. "That's right, and you are Francis."

"Mm-hm." He nodded as well then cocked his head, for which I was grateful since the sun was no longer gleaming off his hair. "You look worried mon ami. Is something wrong?"

I clutched my heavy geography book closer to my chest, then a though occurred to me. "You're in Mrs. Miller's class next right?"

"Oui, that is correct." He rested his hand on his bag, which I noticed happened to be patterned like the French Flag. I adjusted my book. I really should get a bag, it would make things easier to carry and I wouldn't have to go to my locker so often.

"Feliks is in that class too. Could you keep an eye out for him?"

He looked up thoughtfully "Oh, you mean your blond friend? He is in that class, yes, and I will if you wish." He turned his head again and the light shined into my eyes once more. "Why, is he missing?"

"Well he wasn't in class this morning, and he didn't text me, so I'm a little worried is all." I blinked several times and tried to sound not worried.

"Well all right."

The bell rang and I jumped at the sound. I really need to hurry or I'll be late for class. I'm sure Feliks is fine. "Thank you for your help Francis!"


Francis

10:00am

Washington International High school-classroom 203


The bell finally rang and I sat up. Mrs. Miller's class is always so boring. But then, all of the classes are. Of course that's why I spend my time in the classes passing love letters to the pretty ladies. I stood up and stretched, then picked up my bag. As I made my way past a group of pretty chicks they started making a tittering sound and looking at me, so I did the only natural thing to do and winked at them. That sent them into a burst of giggles and caused one or two of them to blush.

Once I got to the hallway I remembered Toris. I should tell him that his friend was absent. But first I have something else I need to do.

Once I finished checking my reflection in the bathroom mirror, I wrote a note and put it in Toris's locker. The bell rang for the next class to start, but it's not like I care. Today is the first meeting this year for the Bad Touch Trio, as we've been dubbed. We always skip out on one class each week and hang out and discuss any plans we may have for that week. We always have the first meeting on the second day of the second week. It doesn't make any sense, but I don't really care.

I hurried to the big tree we always hold our meetings under and Gilbert and Antonio were already there waiting for me.

"Hey guys, sorry I'm late." I ran up and dropped my bag to the ground flopping down next to Antonio.

"Whatever." Gilbert snorted, then a little yellow canary flew from God knows where and landed on his shoulder.

"Oh! Hello Gilbird! Where were you yesterday?" Antonio asked as if the little bird would answer. The school used to try and make Gilbert leave Gilbird at home but he ignored them and no punishment worked so eventually they made an exception for Gilbird.

"He was sick." Gilbert shrugged. "Anyway we need to figure out what we plan to do first. It needs to be something big."

"We could blow up the punch at the welcome back dance." Antonio suggested.

"We could take nude pictures of the student counsel and post them all over the school." I could just imagine the gorgeous girls and the humiliated guys' pictures all over the school.

"It would be way too obvious it was you Francis!" Gilbert snapped at me. It's not fair. He's right of course, but that doesn't make me feel any better.

"We could paint the hallways pink." Gilbert suggested.

"That sounds like a lot of work, but it might work." I said thoughtfully.

"I like it." Antonio said.

"Okay then!" Gilbert said, jumping up and sending Gilbird flying. He hit his palm with his fist, and Gilbird sat on his head. "That's what we'll do then, 12am on Friday!"

"Why Friday?" I asked looking up at him.

"Because then we'll have pink Friday! Plus they should have it cleaned up by Monday and I'm thinking of a specific pink paint, and I don't think my awesome eyes will be able to stand it much longer than one day, plus I need the time to get the paint."

"Okay then." Antonio yawned and leaned back against our tree.


Toris

3:15am

Washington International High school-front lawn


I'd asked everyone I know if they'd seen Feliks, and none of them had. I'm really nervous now. This has never, ever, happened before! Eduard and Raivis went on the bus, but I missed it because I stayed to ask around about Feliks. I really hope nothing has happened.

I pulled out my cell phone. Feliks hasn't answered anything I've sent all day, so I will call his parents and house keeper. I dialed his father's number but there was no answer. I called his mother's number and got the same result. Then I called his house number and someone finally answered.

"Hello?" It sounded like his mother.

"Hello, is this Mrs. Łukasiewicz?"

"Yes it is, who is this?"

"Toris Laurinaitis."

"Oh, Toris!"

"I was wondering if Feliks is there."

"No, he's not home yet. Isn't he with you?"

"No, the last time I saw him was at a party last night."

"Last night? You mean he didn't spend the night with you?"

"No, why did he say he was going to?" Now I'm really, really, worried.

"No, but when he didn't come home last night, we just assumed…"

"No one at school has seen him."

"Oh my…" she sounded worried too. "Ok, thank you for calling Toris."

"You're welcome." I hung up and held my face in my hands. I've been worried all day, and now I'm more worried than ever. But it's more than just worried. I feel…afraid. I'm terrified. What happened? Where is he? He has got to be somewhere. I just hope he's okay.


Matthew

September 26, 2012

7:50am

Washington International High school-Front lawn


When Alfred pulled into the school today, the first thing I noticed was a police car parked in the parking lot. I wonder why they're here. Al looked confused as we walked towards the school. I guess he was wondering the same thing as me: What are the police doing here?

Inside all of the kids were talking non-stop, and the little bit I overheard seemed to be about the police being here. I guess that's the popular subject today. Alfred spotted Arthur talking to some random kid we don't know, and ran over to him. I followed him quietly.

"Hey Arthur, what's all this about?"

Arthur glared at him for a second "Don't you know better than to interrupt a conversation? Stupid git."

"Haha! Dude, like, with who?" he snorted.

"What do you mean 'with who'?" He turned to the guy he was talking to "… where'd he go?" he noticed the guy he'd been talking to disappeared. It probably had something to do with the fact that last year Al beat him up when he attempted to steal some money from me.

"So, do you know what's going on around here?"

"What are you talking about?" Arthur snorted sarcastically. These two act like they hate each other, but in reality they're pretty good friends.

"You know, why the police are here?"

"I just got here, and I haven't been able to figure anything out yet."

"Really? Oh. Hmm."

"Maybe we should go to class. I'm sure we'll find out soon." I said quietly. Both of them turned towards me.

"Yeah, I guess so." Alfred said.

"It is almost time for class." Arthur murmured, looking at his watch. "Okay I'll see you two at lunch. If you find anything out, let me know." He waved and started off towards his class. I'm glad they agreed with me. Actually I'm just happily surprised that they even heard me. A lot of the time people don't notice me, or forget about me. Even Alfred does, even though he feels really bad after it happens.


Lieutenant Detective Lauren Wagner

September 26, 2012

8:34am

Washington International High school-Principal's office


I huffed and checked my watch impatiently. My partner, Tom, and I have been waiting for the last forty minutes for the principal to get to us. I'm not going to wait patiently much longer. We have better things to do than wait on him.

Just then the principal's secretary walked out of her office and told us he was ready to see us.

"It's about time." I snorted, walking past her into the office. I mean really, wasting tax payers dollars, some of which I'm paying myself. Actually I've always thought that is kind of funny. If you think about it, I kind of pay myself.

"Good day." He greeted us from behind his desk. He didn't look like he wanted to talk to us at all.

"Good day Mr. Kindle. I'm Lieutenant Lauren Wagner from the police, and this is my partner Detective Moore (1). I'm here to investigate the disappearance of one of your students." I said coldly, flashing my badge at him.

"One of my students is missing?"

"Yes, since sometime Monday evening."

"Which of them is it?"

"Feliks Łukasiewicz, the Polish ambassador's son."

"Oh my… I'm sorry but I don't know anything. You can't really expect me to keep up with all of the thousand-odd children in my school."

"That's not my concern." I said tartly "Tell me who his teachers are."

After a few minutes of searching and writing, he gave me a complete list of all of Feliks's classes, and teachers. "I hope this helps you."

"Thank you very much sir. Have a good day." Tom and I walked out of the principal's office and into the empty hallway. As we walked our footsteps echoed down the halls.

"Chances are these teachers won't be able to help." Tom thought aloud, as he read the list. "But they should be able to tell us who his friends are, which should be a big help."

I nodded "That's right." Tom and I have only been partners for a month, but so far we've worked fairly well together.

"Are we going to interrupt the classes?"

I looked down at the list. "We don't really have much of a choice. Time is of the essence with a case like this, and it's not our problem."

"You're right. So which one do you want to do first?"

I mulled over the list for a minute before deciding on one. "Let's go to Ms. Cullen's class first. It says here he's the English teacher or one of them anyway. Maybe he knows something.

"It looks like she is in room 406 in the west wing…" I glanced around. I hadn't noticed just how gigantic this school was.

"…I think it's this way…" Tom said peering down a hall.

"Okay let's try that then."


After searching for a while and getting lost some, we finally found ourselves in front of the door for room 406. I put my hand on the doorknob and paused, feeling inexplicably nervous. I guess it's probably because it's a high school. I mean, my high school life wasn't bad or anything, but there's just something about a bunch of teenagers together in one of the many buildings that provide the basic foundation of their teenage life-as wonderful or horrible as it may be- that makes me feel unsettled. I shook my head and turned the handle.

A young woman, who was probably in her mid-twenties with short brown hair, wearing a professional looking suit, turned to me looking curious and irritated. "What do you want? You aren't supposed to be in here." She sat the book she had been reading from down on her desk and crossed her arms.

I glanced at the twenty or thirty kids in their various uniforms, some looking more casual, and some more professional, and noticed they were all staring at us. Some of them looked curious, some of them looked a lot like they might have just woken up, and others just stared blankly. I couldn't help but notice an empty chair, and one of the boys who had blond almost shoulder length hair, and wearing one of the blue suit jackets, eyeing me with an approving eye. I also noticed his eyes lingered slightly longer on my hip and chest areas. When he finished he noticed I was looking at him and winked at me. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes, and pulled out my badge.

"Hello Ms. Cullen, I'm Lt. Wagner from the police and I'm here to investigate a missing person." She looked surprised and the class started murmuring.

"Be quiet!" she shouted, and her order was followed immediately. "I will speak to you in the hallway." She led us out of the room and shut the door. I have a feeling the kids inside instantly burst into chatter when the door latched.

"What do you need to know?"

"When was the last time you saw Feliks Łukasiewicz?" It had taken quite a bit of practice before I was able to say that last name.

"Let me see…" she looked up thoughtfully "He wasn't here yesterday, so I guess Monday morning."

"What time Monday morning?"

"Around nine o'clock I guess, when class finished."

"Hmm." I heard Tom grunt as he wrote what she had said down. That's the way things go for the most part. He writes things down and I do the speaking. We both do our equal parts in thinking though.

"If he were to run away, who would he tell?" I asked her.

"I really couldn't say. This is my first year so I've only seen him for a week, and don't really know anything about them, or who's friends with whom. But from the little I do know about him I don't think he would run away. He was loud and didn't have the best grammar, but he seemed fairly content with life."

"Do you know if he has any enemies within the school?"

"I'm sorry but like I said, I'm new and don't really know anything about the kid's yet."

Tom closed his notepad and I sighed. "Thank you for your help anyway." I said. She opened the door and I heard loud talking instantly cut off before the door shut behind her. I looked at Tom "So shall we try the next class?"

"Yeah sure." He said.

We were examining the list and had gotten about halfway down the hallway when a yell stopped us. "Wait please!" We turned around and saw a boy who was probably around seventeen, wearing a suit jacket with the plaid pants that seemed to be the only bottom piece for the schools uniform, with shoulder length brown hair running towards us. We stayed where we were and let the kid catch up to us.

"I'm sorry for holding you up, but I have to know, is the guy you're looking for named Feliks Łukasiewicz?"

Tom and I looked at each other surprised and then Tom pulled out his paper and pencil.

"Yes, he is." I narrowed my eyes at him. "How did you know that?"

"Well… He didn't show up for school yesterday, and he didn't answer his phone, and his mother did not see him since Monday."

"Okay then." I nodded slowly. The kid had a strange accent. "What's your name?"

"Toris Laurinaitis." He said, his voice shaking a little. "What's happened to Feliks?"

"That's what we're trying to find out. What is your relationship to him?"

"He's my best friend." He swallowed nervously.

"When was the last time you saw him?"

"Monday night, around eight thirty I think." He looked at the floor and shuffled his feet.

"What happened that day?"

"Nothing really. We had school like normal, then cheerleader practice. I didn't really want to be a cheerleader, but Alfred convinced Feliks, and Feliks decided I would be one too."

"Did anything odd happen then?"

"Well…only if you consider Feliks dressing in a girl's cheerleader uniform odd…"

"So your friend was a cross-dresser? Was he gay as well?"

"No no!" He straightened up and looked at me. "He wasn't, isn't a cross-dresser or gay! Elizabeta thought it would be a good idea and asked him to. …Although, it isn't the first time he dressed up as woman."

"Hmm. Did anything else happen?"

"Well Alfred and the others told us that we were invited to a party at Antonio's house after the sports meets were over."

"Did the two of you go?"

"Yes, Alfred gave us and Gilbert and Ludwig a ride to the party."

"What time did the two of you leave?"

"I left at around eight thirty, but Alfred had forgotten his cousin, and his sister dropped him off, so there wasn't enough room for all of us on the way back, so Feliks didn't leave when I did." Toris looked down. "That was the last time I saw him."

"Who are Alfred, Antonio, Elizabeta, Gilbert, Ludwig, and the others?"

"Alfred Jones, Matthew Williams, Antonio Carriedo, Gilbert and Ludwig Beilschmidt, Elizabeta Héderváry, and Mathias Køhler. All of us except for Alfred and Matthew are kids of ambassadors and Alfred is the son of an important political person, and his cousin Matthew is from Canada and lives with them."

Tom stopped writing for a second then started again, writing furiously. "Tell me everyone who was at that party.


Toris

September 27, 2012

3:26pm

Sidewalk


Today I decided to walk home. I wanted to think. Yesterday the police came. When they said they were there to investigate a missing person it was pretty obvious it was Feliks. When Ms. Cullen came back in, I had to go talk to them. It had taken forever, but I gave them the names of everyone who was at the party, and everyone in our little group.

It seems they spent most of the day yesterday questioning all of the kids I named, which is twenty nine kids. They also had to track them all down, which was quite a feat. Today the entire school could talk about nothing besides Feliks's disappearance. Some of them think he ran away, but no one knows for sure. Yesterday his picture was in the news and everything.

I'm really scared for him. I hope nothing has happened.


Gilbert

September 28, 2012

12:00am

Washington International High school-front lawn


When I got there with the paint the other guys were already there. "Hey guys." I whispered kneeling down behind the bush with them.

"Did you get the paint?" Antonio asked me.

"Yeah." I nodded motioning to four cans of neon pink paint that I had just sat down.

"Good. Let's get this over with." Francis said.

"Okay Gilbird, open the door for us." I whispered to Gilbird who was currently flying circles around my head. He chirped and flew into the small broken window several flights up. A few minutes later there was a clicking sound from the door and I opened it. "Good work." I whispered to him, and he sat on my head. "Okay, we have an hour to make as many hallways as pink as we can! So go!"

The other two nodded and ran into two different hallways. I opened my can and began slathering the extreme pinkness everywhere. I'm glad it's dark and hard to see, or my eyes would be burning right now.

I was about halfway through one of the halls with lockers in it (I'm not sure which it was too dark) when I heard a noise. I froze for just a second before glancing around. Then I heard a locker quietly close. I crept in the direction of the sound, but there was no way to tell which locker it had been. I did notice however, in the faint moonlight coming through the window, a foot disappearing down one of the halls. I hurried towards that hall but by the time I got there, whoever it was, was gone. Oh well. I have a hall to paint. "Kesesesese."


Toris

September 28, 20212

7:46am

Washington International High school-hallway


I walked down the hallway slowly. They were pink. All over the school, most of the hallways had been at least mostly painted fluorescent pink. It was almost too much for my eyes to take. There was a bunch of kids in the hallway with me, and they were all blinking rapidly and squinting, as if the color would make them go blind.

When I got to my locker I sighed. Feliks has been missing three whole days now, almost four. The police haven't been back since Wednesday, and frankly I'm feeling really discouraged. Talk about his disappearance has slowed a bit except in our group. I'm not sure if that makes me happy or upset. When they talk about him I get more worried, but when they don't I feel as if he's disappeared entirely. I sighed and opened my locker. All I can do right now is pray.

When I had opened it, I noticed something there that wasn't there before. It was a fairly large box covered in a strip of red material and a strip of white material. I picked the box up and shook it a little. It sounded like something moved. I frowned and took the material off sitting the box back in my locker. There was something familiar about the strips. I held them up side by side and noticed that they looked like they had both been torn on one side. I put the two next to each other and realized something.

"Poland…?" this is a polish flag. I looked at the box and suddenly got an ominous feeling. I began to feel as if I didn't want to open the box. I slowly picked it up and lifted one shaking hand to one of the flaps.

Willing my hand to be still, I opened the box. For a minute the world seemed to freeze. Everyone around me stopped mid movement, and I couldn't breathe. I felt numb. Then my eyes swam and horror filled me. What I saw in the box suddenly registered and the world seemed to come to life again. My shaking legs couldn't hold me up. The box fell to the floor as I did. I tried to back away. I have to get away. This can't be real, this can't be happening. It has to be a nightmare. It couldn't be anything else.

But it's not a dream. It's real. It's really happening. I screamed.


Wow! Really, really, really, long chapter! I'm very proud of myself! Anyway please, please, review! I'm begging you!

Yes I decided to make Gilbird a canary. Why? Two reasons: 1. A canary is a small bird that can be yellow, and can fly. 2. I have no freaking idea what Gilbird really is, and a canary worked so yeah.

*I don't see what's so great about it. -Russian

*Where… am I?-Polish

*What happened?-Polish

*Oh Feliks, where are you?-Lithuanian

1. A little reference to one of my mother's co-workers who was recently arrested for running a red light in 2005. The guy has rotten luck, they even staked out his house! For three days (and it's not the first time something like this has happened to him. He also gets sick a lot…)! Too bad they're not as persistent and thorough with drug dealers, murderers, and the like.