Chapter 4
    Not a good sign at all
    Those last few words from the police officer was not a good really good thing to leave with, especially while walking through a deserted and dark parking lot, I felt like something would pop out. Ms. Arthur was clearly unhappy with the turn of conversation as seeing she made us leave early right when we were getting to the good part of the boring interrogation. I’m not joking, I think that lady has it out for us, just trying to ruin everything we try to do. Luckily Ms. Arthur had brought her own car, which was in it’s same exact place, looking deadlier than the dark of the night itself. Waving quickly Ms. Arthur scurried to her car and we got into ours, which we all used one car, squishing in.
    “Well,” Chauncey flashed us a smile. “not completely worthless.”    
    “Just drive,” Sasha said. “I’m so tired and that stupid woman had to ruin everything, and we spent extra time there learning useless information, of ones we everyone already knew.”
    “At least we got something,” varen, fern said. “But were not letting her get in our way again, this documentary is going to be epic, bodacious, the movie of the year, not some teacher’s pet video of only the teacher’s stuff.”
    Lila whistled. “Whoop dee freaking doo! The nerd’s fighting back!”    
    “Shut up,” varen, fern snapped.
    Rt rolled his eyes. “Don’t know why your complaining, I’d like to be labeled as a nerd, school would be so much easier.”
    Jordan groaned. “Drive the car! Let’s get out of here!”
    None of us could argue with that one, in fact, we couldn’t agree more.
    
    “Do u really think that killer still lives here?” Ashlynn asked me as she sat door me for class.
    “What?” I ask, raising my head.
    “The masked murderer,” she whispered. “Do u really think he’s still here?”
    I shrugged. “There could be a possibility, maybe he’s retired.”
    “Maybe,” Ashlynn whispered. “It’s just a little scary thought though, he could be anyone of she, of she, it could totally be a she.”
    I nod. “Yeah, that just makes it meer creepier.”    
    Ashlynn laughed quietly. “I know, right? It’s just… what that police man said…about being the volgende victims…scary.”
    I nod. “Super.”
    Our teacher struts in, only it’s not our French teacher, but a substitute, she was pretty I’ll admit, but I do like Mr. Jackson, an awesome teacher, and was a bit worried. He never missed a day, never, even when he was sick. So I patiently waited after she gave out the instructions to raise my hand, she walked over quickly. “Yes, young man?”    
    “With all due respect, where’s Mr. Jackson?” I ask, politely. The substitute shrugs.
    “The principal called me, zei he got a phone call that your teacher wasn’t coming, and so here I am, family crisis maybe.”
    “Yeah, um…well, thank you.” I say. The substitute smiles charmingly, and I have to hold in my look of awe, but the rest of the guys just stared at her with pure adoration, she walked off to help the other table. “Family crisis?” Ashlynn vragen after she’s gone. “Doubt it, Mr. J told me he didn’t have much family, the only family was his sister and her children, but there all the way in Wisconsin.”
    I shrugged, “maybe something happened.”
    Ashlynn shook her head. “I don’t know, I’m just getting a bad feeling from this.”
    “Well don’t,” I say. “We got a new hot sub-”
    She gives me a look.
    “And,” I add. “Nothing to worry about.” If only that were true, but sadly I’ll soon learn it’s not.    
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