Chapter 2
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Oliver
As I walked in the veranda, all I could hear was the incessant questioning of the police and reporters, their voices echoing as they asked every student who might have known Claire . "Was she suicidal?" "Did she have friends?" "Did she talk to anyone?" The questions were relentless, I couldn't help but feel a sense of dread as I approached the principal's office. Inside, the principal sat at her desk with two police officers, and the reporter David Miller, who was scribbling in a notepad in her office. The air was thick with tension, and I knew I was about to be interrogated. I hope it's not about the letter - I thought to myself. "Oliver, you're not in trouble," the principal said, trying to sound reassuring. "This isn't an interrogation. You can leave at any time and you don't have to answer any questions that make you uncomfortable." I nodded, but my heart was pounding in my chest. The police officer leaned forward, his eyes never leaving mine. "Mr. Miller tells us that you and Claire were close," he said, his voice flati . I hesitated to answer for a second then found myself saying "no".
"You and Claire were close," the officer continued, "in fact, you were there for her when no one else was. Is that right?" His tone was hard to read, and I wasn't sure if he was accusing me of something or just trying to establish facts. I took a deep breath, trying to stay calm. "I'm sorry, but can I leave now?" I asked, my voice shaking slightly. "Please." Mrs. Harris's face softened. "Of course, Oliver. You're free to go." I stood up and walked out of the office, my heart still pounding in my chest.
I ran straight into Leandre as I was desperate to escape the tensionof the principal's office. "Hey!" she said, startled. "What's the rush?, I've been lookingfor you... Can we talk?" I didn't answer, just stared at her with wide eyes. "It's about Claire." she said, her voice low and urgent. She leaned in close. "Did you get a letter too?" I whispered, almost afraid to hear the answer. Leandre's face fell, and I knew she got it too. "She blames me for everything that happened, you remember that night? She said I left her with no reason to live. And if the investigators find out about it they will definitely find me guilty of killing her, I didn't kill her Oliver" She looked really nervous and scared I wish I had something to say to calm her down. "In my letter she said the seven of us are responsible for her dead" I said in the calmest voice. "Meaning there are five other people who received the letter". I added. "I think I might know one out of the five" I raised my eyebrows waiting for her to say who. "Nate" she said. It made sense for her to think of him, Nate has always been a bully. Bossed and bullied everyone since primary school. But Claire was always his target because she was sensitive and would take everything he'd say to heart. "I think we should go to Nate, talk to him about it maybe he might know the remaining four. We need each other in this, more than ever because if the letters ever get leaked it's on us" Leandre said."She blames me for everything that happened, you remember that night? She said I left her with no reason to live. And if the investigators find out about it they will definitely find me guilty of killing her, I didn't kill her Oliver" She looked really nervous and scared I wish I had something to say to calm her down. "In my letter she said the seven of us are responsible for her dead" I said in the calmest voice. "Meaning there are five other people who received the letter". I added. "I think I might know one out of the five" I raised my eyebrows waiting for her to say who. "Nate" she said. It made sense for her to think of him.
Nate has always been a bully, a menace to anyone who crossed his path. He'd use his words like weapons, tearing down the people around him. But he always seemed to have a special hatred for Claire. She was a gentle soul, always kind and considerate, and I think that's what made her such an easy target for his cruelty. "Do you really think Nate knows something about the other letters?" I asked, my stomach in knots. "I'm not sure," Leandre replied, "but I think we need to find out. We can't just sit back and wait for the worst to happen." I knew she was right, but the thought of confronting Nate made my heart race. He was always so unpredictable, and I was afraid of what he might do if we pushed him too far. "I'm scared of what he might do if we ask him about this," I said Leandre gave me a reassuring smile
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