Chapter 2

"Arriving at Chamberlain High School"

As soon as the sun rose, we all started to head our way north towards Maine. It was a two hour drive from Providence and both Daphne and I managed to get some sleep as Beau and Shaggy drove. The two hours went by quickly and we arrived at our destination.

"Like, look at this place!" Shaggy exclaimed as we awakened. "What a school!"

"Reah!" Scooby added.

Chamberlain High School seemed to be one of those schools that had recently been renovated and modernized. The school was huge and all I could think of was how could out of the possible size of the student body, would Carrie White be selected? No one deserved to bullied, but still…

"Pull in here," Beau ordered Shaggy, parking the Mystery Machine right outside the main entrance. "Let's go."

Getting out of the Mystery Machine, we made our way into the school, which had a very heavy police presence upon hearing that Carrie White was found dead.

"Are you the FBI agents from Providence?" asked a man in his 60s dressed in a gray business suit and red tie.

"Are you the Principal?" Beau asked.

"Yes, I'm John Warnecke, Principal of Chamberlain High. Thanks for coming Agent…"

"Beau Neville, and these are my partners, Agent Gordon, Agent Barrows, Agent Blake, Agent Jones and Agent Rogers."

"And who's this?"

"Scooby Doo, our team dog."

"Is he trained to smell or detect?"

"Yes he is," said Daphne and we followed Principal Warnecke to the gymnasium.

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Upon our arrival at the gym, we could see that the stage was covered in red blood, clearly a sign that whatever the blood was, it had been dropped from above.

"Lord on High, Deliver Us," I heard Daphne whisper.

"What happened here? Like, why is the floor red?" Shaggy exclaimed. "It's not ketchup I'm looking at."

"I wish it was," sighed Principal Warnecke. "Of all nights for this stunt to happen, it had to be the junior/senior prom. Poor Carrie, she was such an angel."

Looking around, I couldn't help but notice how red the stage was. This was indeed supposed to be a magical evening and it was ruined for everyone who attended.

"Was Carrie standing right there?" I asked, pointing to the exact spot where the blood was poured. "It sure looks like it. Who was prom king?"

"Tommy Ross, he's in the hospital being treated for a concussion."

No sooner did the principal say that did we see what appeared to be a silver bucket with blood on the edges. Putting on latex gloves I kept in my pocket, I gently picked up the bucket and examined it. The bucket was blunted in one corner, a sign that it had been dropped.

"What's that up there?" I asked Principal Warnecke.

"It's the high rise, only qualified technicians and stage hands are allowed up there."

I then noticed that there was a trail of footprints, supposedly from a woman's high heel shoes that led to one of the emergency exits. Then, I noticed that there was blood on the walls, supposedly from Carrie or someone leaning against in humiliation.

"We were told that one of the gym teachers was close to Carrie, is that true?"

"Rita Collins, she treated Carrie like a daughter. We all viewed Carrie as one of our own, every single teacher and faculty member in this school."

Then, Principal Warnecke had another revelation.

"There's something else that you need to know, Agent Jones, you and your team."

"What?"

Principal Warnecke then looked back towards the stage, taking me around to the front of it, directing my attention towards the back of the stage where a projector was hanging down.

"There was a cell phone of a locker room incident that had been played," he said sadly. "Carrie was in it."

Now things were getting downright serious.

"What was the video?"

"She was having her period and the Mortimer Snerds were throwing tampons at her," he said crossly. "They were telling her to…"

"I get the idea, Mr. Warnecke," I interrupted, not wanting to hear any further on account of losing my breakfast and what was left of my dinner from the night before. "Thank you. But the Mortimer Snerds? Who are they?"

A sudden look of despair befell on my face when Principal Warnecke's attitude turned sour.

"Why don't you see for yourself, Agent Jones?" he asked, pointing to the main office across from the gym. "They're in the office. They've been in there all night. Detained by the police."

Having heard this, I called for Daphne to come over to me.

"How many are there?"

"14, Agent Jones. 14."

A sudden anger started to befall inside of me as my desire to teach these girls the error of their ways was growing rapidly.

"Come on, Daphne, let's pay these Mortimer Snerds a visit."

And so we proceeded towards the main office, I couldn't help but think of taking off the white gloves and teaching these girls a lesson. A girl was dead and our patience was already dangerously wearing thin.

As we left the gym, we were led to the main office and inside one of the conference rooms, we saw a police officer standing guard and that was a sign that the girls were inside. We showed the cops our badges and the one standing guard outside turned into the room.

"You have a couple visitors, ladies," he said turning back into the room. "I suggest you show them some respect."

One of the girls cursed and scoffed at the officer and the sounds of a slap were heard a few moments later.

"You guys have your work cut out for you," the cop said, allowing us to enter the room and there sat the 14 girls, all still wearing their prom dresses and glaring at us with hostile intent. The girl who was slapped was holding onto her cheek as she silently cried in humilation. The other 13 were defiant, angered that we were staring at them. But we were going to get to the bottom of this by any means necessary.

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