MURDERER AND STORY

The half-yearly exams were already over before January. On the last day, after the parent-teacher conference, I was returning home, tired. But I was stopped by a group of bikers who surrounded me at the red light and started circling me. My bike was rather old-looking, as I made it seem. It was a custom bike made by my friend in the city. I had used the body of an old bike, but the engine and other parts from a newer sports model that was sold to us cheap. I had it customized so that people won't steal it.

As soon as the light got green, I gave full thrust; it was the first time I had used this bike to travel at high speed. I headed straight for the police station; two of them got injured during the first turn. They weren't robbers, as I saw them chasing me. As I reached the corner of the police lane, I slowed my bike down. Two of them got me right at the corner, one pulled out the gun and the other a knife. I screamed at top of my lungs for help, they tried to suppress me, but some policemen heard me. In a matter of seconds, both of these men were caught and charged with the attempt to murder and robbery.

I got in to file the complaint and was offered a cup of coffee to make me stay longer. They told me that they had found the owner of three cars. He was a man named Dave, he lived in next town and their police arrested him for illegal trade and smuggling of drugs. I then left after finishing my coffee. After having snacks and taking a bath, I continued the work on my laptop which took about two hours to complete.

I checked my phone; there were texts from the whole class, asking about next semester. Ryan got the news of the chase I had and the owner of those cars getting caught. Jessica also asked the same questions, I answered all the emails and went for dinner.

The next day I got a letter, I was promoted to permanent teacher. This was due to all the reviews from the parents and my good performance. Soon some of my students started to skip school, randomly. Most took leave for a day or two, so I didn't care. Until two of them, a boy named Max, and a girl named Sarah, went absent for a week. I called their home to see what was up. They had cold and were on medications. I visited them after school. They were both recovering and seemed good. I met Ryan on my way back when he was on his way to Jessica's house.

Later during the night, police arrived to thank me for my help & cooperation in the Matt Smith murder case. Dave had confessed about the crash. He was drunk and hit Matt's car at night. But to ensure that he couldn't complain, he and his friends crushed the car from the other three sides. He will be facing a life sentence. The people who tried to rob me got bailed but were being kept eye on. That's how the first week of February passed.

During valentine's week, many of my students (including Ryan), asked me about what to gift their s/o, as if I knew anything about it. Over the course of the week, there were a lot of couples appearing in the school. Many students still took leave due to seasonal fever (as the weather was changing). Matt already continued school and Sarah will be returning after the week's end.

I also took leave and went to see a doctor, I had some stomach problems. Taking the prescribed pills and few days off, I went back to work. The school was back on track after weekend. Days went by; on one fine day I was in the balcony, stretching near the railing. I slipped and fell on the lawn, passing out almost immediately. I woke up two days later, with a dislocated shoulder. I was relieved after 3 more days. My class was already prepared for my next class. I goddamn love this class!

(They now knew about the help I provided to find the killer of their previous teacher.)

After a day, Ryan announced that he is going to release the second part of his book and invited everyone at the party. This was on very last day of February, in evening.

In the party, he was on the stage, along with a table which was covered with a cloth. He stated that this one was also fiction, inspired from his life. Then he lifted the cloth to reveal the cover of his book there was a slight excitement in the voice of everyone talking. But as he lifted the cloth, I felt a cold wind along with little fog. Soon, the air was cold and foggy...