Kiersten's POV
I was dropped off by my mom. When I arrived on campus there were reporters everywhere. When I walked by them I heard them say something about Emilie. I couldn't make it all out, but I think they said something about figuring out why she killed herself. When I walked into the school I went over to Drake who was at his locker getting his stuff.
"Hey you know what's up about all the reporters everywhere?" I asked him as I chewed on my gum.
"Something about Mrs. V," he said as he was looking through his locker. "Here," he handed me a newspaper.
"Hmm," I opened up the newspaper and saw the breaking news. "Hmm Emilie Vandalite bullied to death. Wait," I said as I saw something that caught my eyes. "It says the cops may get involved. Mrs. V is taking this way too far."
"She just wants answers," Drake said as one reporter passed him. "I'll talk to you later, he took the newspaper from me and shoved it in his locker and went off to homeroom.
Later after that somewhat normal day my mom picked me up. On the way to my mom's car I had to dodge the reporters again. I mean literally this is like if I was a pop star and these people are the paparazzi. When I finally reached my mom's car I opened the door then slammed it shut.
"Hey Kiersten."
"Hey mom."
"How was school?"
"Eh ok except there's like reporters everywhere. I swear they're just like the paparazzi."
"Reporters? Why?"
"I don't know something about Mrs. Vandalite and something about police asking us questions about Emilie's death."
"Oh my gosh the police really. Well Emilie's death was tragic, but she made that choice herself. Even when you were making fun of her you were just joking right?"
"Well yeah."
"I mean its high school everyone just needs to relax," my mom started up the car and drove us home.
The next day Flora's POV
The next day I decided I'd try to ask some students if they knew anything about Emilie. When I got to the school and started asking them questions they walked off, said I don't know, or I can't talk about it. When I started asking a teacher Mr. Trick, Emilie's old chemistry teacher, he told me something.
"Mrs. Vandalite you're not getting anywhere with this quest of yours."
"Ok then," I started to walk off.
"Look Mrs. V I'm saying these students aren't going to tell you anything. Sometimes when parents think that someone is out there asking their kids questions they think you're harassing them. So they tell their kids not to say anything and that newspaper add you put in didn't help anything."
"Someone out there is going to tell me what-" I was cut off by the assistant principal.
"Mrs. V can I speak with you in my office?"
I walked to her office with her and I wondered why she wanted me in her office.
"Mrs. V I called you here to tell you something. I started a group called Kindness Matters. It's a group where kids can express some stressful stuff going on in their life."
"A group? That's not what these students need. What they need is to be punished not some dumb group!"
"We can't change what happened to Emilie, but we can help these other students so another tragedy like this doesn't happen."
"I'm leaving," I got up and headed back home, but first I needed to go to the bathroom to wash up.
I went into the bathroom and splashed some water on my face. When I looked into the mirror it was really dirty. When I went to go get a paper towel I couldn't believe what was written all over the wall. Vandaslut, Vanslut, and the most used one slut was written all over the wall. I couldn't believe what these girls were saying about my daughter. I stormed out of the bathroom and headed for outside. Just as I was about to leave the school I saw Mr. Trick talking to Mr. Smith. As I walked passed them Mr. Trick left and Mr. Smith started yelling at me.
"Mrs. Vandalite I cannot have you harassing my students!"
"Harassing! How often do you go in the girls' bathroom?"
"Pfft."
"Well if you went in there maybe you'd see why I want answers!"
"I will not let you turn my school inside out!"
"Either you're covering for these students or you're totally incapable of doing your job. Honestly I can't decide which!"
"I will not tolerate this!" Mr. Smith yelled as he ran back into the main part of the school
As I was walking to my car I saw Drake leaning against a pole talking to Kiersten. As I passed him I gave him a death stare which he saw as he looked into my eyes. Kiersten turned around and just snickered at me. I continued before I started another scream fest at the school, but I'd be back.
I got in my car and went to the house that I was selling for my business. When I got there I walked in and discovered Mariah, my co-worker for this house, packing up some stuff.
"Hey Flora we're going in a different direction for this house," she said as she was packing some stuff.
"What? No, I know I've been unavailable, but-"
"I'm sorry, but we can't afford to have this house on the market. This house is now Aero corps."
I didn't fight back I just left. I took our sign down and threw it in the car. When I got home I checked the mailbox. When I opened it I discovered a bunch of letters in there. When I opened some of the letters they all said the same thing. They all said "Leave me alone!" in black and white comic letters. I took all the letters out and headed for inside, and showed Stella. Stella was at my house for the day to help me clean the house a bit. We went into the kitchen and I threw all the letters on the table.
"Oh my gosh Flora's what's all these?"
"I don't know. Someone's threatening me. Whoever made these must've dropped them off there's no return address. Did you see any strange cars?"
"Define strange cars."
"I don't know, but I know I'm turning these letters into the police-" I was cut off with my phone ringing.
"Hello?"
"Mrs. V its Emma! You have to come to Emilie's grave and quick!"
"Why? What happened?"
"Just hurry!" Emma hung up.
"Stella I have to go, Emma just called and it's an emergency," I grabbed my stuff and left Stella in the kitchen to look at the letters.
I got in my car and went straight to Emilie's grave. When I got to the cemetery it looked like everything was normal from afar. When I ran to Emilie's grave I was so pissed off and started crying again. I knelt down and looked at her grave more closely. On the grave was "Em is a slut!" in spray paint. The one last thing that gave my daughter respect was now trashed and gone. While I was pissed and crying I heard someone come from behind. When I turned around I saw Drake.
"Who did this?"
"I don't know."
"You're lying! Why are you even here?"
"I came to pay my respects."
"You're just lying now tell me who did this."
"Mrs. V I really don't know."
"Who did you send that text out to Drake."
"I swear Mrs. V I didn't send that text to anyone."
"You're just lying. Drake she sent you the text who else could've sent that out and make it go viral?"
"I don't know how, but you're acting like you're the only one who lost her. You're not the only one…who loved her."
"Just more lies and I bet you sent that text out to be a big man to all your friends. Drake you're the one she sent it to nobody else you're the one who made it go viral. Now tell me the truth since no one else in hell is telling me!"
"I really don't know."
"More lies," I had enough of going back and forth he just kept telling me he didn't know anything. I got up and left. While I walked away I turned around and saw Drake kneeling in front of the grave I bet he was just putting up an act to make it seem more real. I went back to my car and went for a long drive.
Much later maybe around nine at night I finally went back home. I had driven around and stopped at a couple places for about five hours. I needed to clear my mind, but it didn't help much. When I went back in my house I heard a noise coming from upstairs. So I took my heels off so whoever was in my house didn't hear me. Then I went into the kitchen and got a knife just in case. I went upstairs as quietly as I could go. I the barged into Emilie's old room and discovered no one in there. I quickly ran over to the window and looked out it to find no one at all.
After searching the rest of the house I went back downstairs, but I didn't let my guard down for a while. I went back into the living room and sat on the couch and sighed of relief. Then when I finally was calm something unexpected happened. I screamed and jumped off the couch when I heard something break my living room window. I went over to the object to discover a brick. I looked out the window wondering who on Earth would break my window open with a brick.
There ya have it chapter 4: ) So please review this chapter on your thoughts.
Next time on Questions and Answers someone confesses something that makes a big difference, but who makes this confession? How will this confession help Flora in her quest to find out who sent out that text and why she killed herself? Something happens to Drake, but what will it be? Find out next time on Questions and Answers.