It happened ten years ago. I was only eight years old. I woke up that morning to the smell of frying eggs and bacon.
Stumbling down the hallway, I was greeted by the sight of a dark haired woman at the stove, humming some friendly tune as she filled a cup to the near brim with orange juice. She turned to me and I nearly jumped out of my skin. In a sense she was pretty, but she had a vicious scar running down the left side of her face.
“Andy! You’re up!” She beamed as she picked up the plate stacked with a delicious smelling breakfast. “I had to run to the store, but I hope you like breakfast!”
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Gray walls, gray floors, gray food.
Mashed potatoes were not supposed to be gray.
Veronica swallowed her vitamins and poked at the wilted peas with her fork. “No wonder we’re having so many pills shoved down our throats. There’s nothingnutritional in these meals.”
She had been so petite before, no more than five feet tall and probably under a hundred pounds. Now she was visibly along in her pregnancy and exhausted. Part lack of makeup and part being trapped as a piece of flesh that scientists poked at for the last several months had drained her, and everyone else.
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“So, according to her mother, you were alerted first to Bridget’s pregnancy?”
I had gone into the staff room for coffee and Principal Dudley cornered me in here with a blank face. Being ‘let go’ was looking quite likely at the moment. I was careful to keep my voice level. “Not in the office, I was off hours,” I responded. My only defense.
“Good. I’ll use that as your excuse not to get you in trouble.” Dudley poured himself a cup of the coffee before dumping enough sugar in the cup to turn it into a syrup. He took a sip and seemed content with the sugary mixture. “… Off the record, I would’ve done the same.”
I sighed with relief. “Thank you, sir.” He might’ve been a stickler for the rules, but at least Dudley wasn’t an ass like so many of the other bureaucrats that thought they knew how the education system for teenagers was supposed to work.
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Personal Notes of V. Torres.
I have been assigned to the case involving the abduction of Ester Andrews. Ester was a thirty six year old white female who went missing after several suspicious messages to her online writing group. Ending message told them that it was her husband pranking her and that she’d return soon. Her estranged husband Drew Shaw has a history of violence and marital disputes were common between the two of them.
My current theory is that Shaw has kidnapped his wife and forced her to write messages to make it seem everything was fine. We’re in the process of tracking him down at this moment, he was recently employed to a garage in Chicago. Perhaps a bit of a drive, but on record he has threatened his wife with physical violence. Likely he finally decided to exact his revenge.
Going to attempt to question the other members of the writing group over the next few weeks. The only one we’ve confirmed the identity of is Rebecca Clemons, ‘Becca_Bae93’.
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AmiableJinx Has Signed On
AmiableJinx: So Ester? I got a book published. It’s doing pretty good, actually. Maybe one day it’ll become a movie.
AmiableJinx: It’s been about three years. Since you went missing. Your ex husband’s still going down for it because of the mountain of evidence against him, the post on your blog, the blow out fights you had… and they’ve stopped looking for you.
AmiableJinx: I know the truth though. I can’t forget it. I have nightmares. I miss you so much. I really do.
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Becca_Bae93 Has Signed On
Becca_Bae93: Hey, what’s taking you all so long? ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ
AngelWriter999 Has Signed On
AngelWriter999: rude Bec
Becca_Bae93: Boo hoo, Angel. I wanna see who won the hits count up! (◕‿◕✿)
EsterAndrews Has Signed On
AmiableJinx Has Signed On
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