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That was when I decided my purpose in life. It was not to become a father and a husband, to have a wife or even a girlfriend. It was not to travel to America, to live a happy, carefree life. No, my mission was to discover how Jane Elizabeth Mason had died.
So I started as soon as I left Mrs Parch's office. I strode out of the school, ignoring the cramp I developed in my leg because I had been sitting down too long. I should have been with her and now I must pay the price – however large that price may be. I walked to my sisters school, and I waited to collect Rose from the gates – it was almost lunch time and she would see me, and hopefully realize what had happened.
"Rose!" I yelled as I saw her shuffle past the window with some friends.
"Eddie?" She called out, obviously freaked out. That stupid girl hadn't seen me!
"Go to the window!" I screamed back, hoping her teachers wouldn't hear. I saw her small, pale face at the window; she was grinning and thought it was all a joke. She unbuckled the window and it swung open easily – it pained me to break her little angel face, to tell her that her mother had died.
"Mum didn't come pick me up." She said, her voice even and happy. Carefree. She could at least enjoy it whilst she was allowed.
"I'm picking you up." I lied, my lying ability was flawless, and she had to believe me.
"Oh. Okay, I'll tell Mr Baker." The hairs on the back of my neck stood up as she said this. Baker? Mark Baker.
"What's your teachers first name?" I asked, putting catching my sister off guard.
"Oh. Sorry, Eddie I can't help you out there. I'll just go excuse myself and we can go home!" She squealed and skipped toward the office, dragging her withered doll Alice behind her.
She came out quickly enough, and slid her hand into mine, recoiling from the icy touch I had – my hands were beginning to feel numb – but nevertheless trying to lighten my spirits.
"What's wrong?" She asked me, looking up with her amber eyes. It made me want to cry. I wished I had no tear ducks, one of my friends had none and never cried, and he always looked so brave even if on the inside he was shattering.
"Nothing Rosie." I answered, biting my lip in agony. Don't cry.
"Well, there was something wrong with Alice." She muttered, a tear leaking out of her left eye.
"Why? What was wrong?" I asked, sighing heavily.
"I ran out of clothes for her. She loves clothes and wears a new outfit every single day. But today I didn't have a new outfit. So I tried to make her look different and look.." She held up Alice and sure enough she had tried to give her a new look, her long, black, glossy hair had been chopped off with a pair of cheap scissors, only to leave a short, uneven hairstyle that finished just above her ears.
"Maybe mum will fix it for me." She concluded, looking up to me to see if I agreed. I shot her an icy look and carried on walking. Soon, we would be home.