Chapter 1; Cliffhanger.

"Slut, slut, you're a mutt! Slut, slut, you're a mutt!"

"After all these years you'd think that they'd be able to come up with a different rime, but no."

Clara muttered to herself as she walked into her classroom.

:Damn, teacher's not here yet.: She thought as she sat in her desk, trying her best to ignore her classmates as they continued to insult her. She was so used to being teased that she now found it pretty easy to ignore. Still, it was a relief when she heard the teacher enter the classroom, but her relief turned to horror when she heard what the teacher was saying.

"Hello class, I'm... well, my last name is rather difficult to pronounce, so you may call me Mr. B. I'm sorry to inform you that your old teacher has been in a terrible accident..."

"I bet she was drunk!" A student interrupted rudely.

"...and will no longer be able to teach, so for the rest of the school year, I will be your teacher. Any questions?" He asked, ignoring the student who had spoken earlier.

For the past month Clara had been having nightmares about her half Aunt being in an accident, the nightmares had been so realistic that every school day she had almost wept with gratitude when she saw her Aunt walk into the class room to teach. Aunt Monica had been her only friend, her protector, the only Teacher in the whole school who hadn't let the students torment her. Clara could not keep her mouth shut, she had to, needed to know if her Aunt was going to be ok. :Please God, let her be alright.: She thought desperately.

"Is she going to be ok?" Her quiet voice asked though she had the sinking feeling that she already knew the answer, but still she needed to know for sure. For once she didn't even care that the rest of the class was staring at her.

Mr. B. Looked very uncomfortable, but, after a moments hesitation decided to answer her question truthfully. "No. I'm sorry to be the one to tell you this, but Miss Scopo did not survive the accident."

Clara felt the blood drain from her face, memories of her Aunt rushing through her mind. Clara remembered her Aunt, how kind she was, how helpful she had been after her mothers murder. No one knew what had really happened that night, just her and her father. As long as her father lived, no one would know.

Mr. B. looked as though he was going to say something else, but was distracted by the intercom requesting that he go to the principals office, cursing at Mr. Parkinsons timing, he promised his class that he would be back shortly and left the classroom, completely unaware of the disaster that was about to occur.

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