CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Classes were slow and dull and many of them were suspended.

News about Mary's disappearance had spread so quickly like fire on black leather, which engulfed the black material into a crumpled fold until it melted it and finally ripped it off existence. Everyone was mourning, but for different reasons entirely- some people like Ashley, were mortified by the possibility of suicide and could see Mary's cold lifeless soul in whisks of darkness while some of the others were convinced Mary wouldn't have died such an ignoble death. Few people like Stella.

When Mr. John had gone halfway through his trigonometry class, he pulled off his thin framed glasses and wiped tiny sweat beads around his cheek. It was either that or tears from the sad tale following the previous night. He ended the class halfway and soon everyone clustered in circles for a discuss.

"OK let's agree it was suicide, where then is her body?" Stella asked, crippling the spirit of fear that welled up within.