Finding Christelle Lowe

Chapter 3- Christelle Lowe

[Narrator POV]  

He goes to school unaware of the last girl that the television mentioned.

Stares of his classmates were all on him. whispers and empathetic faces from strangers who he had no relation to.

some teased him some took pity because of his lack of knowledge others laughed at his ignorance that he displayed. whispers on the hallway quieted as the bell rang and everyone minded their own business. He thought he was just paranoid and lack of sleep from studying and bringing an all-nighter that weaken his perception and lose his focus that made him hallucinate into seeing things. He headed to his locker and unlocked it with a pin. the clang of the metal locker opened with an organized clean arrangement of books and neatly folded gym wear and his duffel bag filled with clothes. He glimpse at his golden Rolex watch that was gifted by his father. His father told him 'Time is gold' that it shouldn't be wasted and is valuable than money. It made him appreciate it more because it was the new model that he was saving up for.

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Some were still snickering at him. I bothered him so much

it was getting in his nerves that he slammed he slammed the locker and confronted the guy that was laughing at something. He was a gentle person but anyone could easily snapped if rebuked so much that they became a different person. Angelo lifted him with both closed fist that held the jester to the wall by the jersey he was wearing. "Whats funny huh?" the prankster snicked and grin at Angelo. This was the type of people that were the B.I. or the abbreviation of Bad Influence of Uphill. people like these were the abundant in the town of Uphill, They were people that associated with Downhill the town that were classified as mid-class or dirt poor. People down the hill were assorted meaning they have different background but some preferred to live their because of the major scandals or 'trouble' they might get to if they group themselves with people like him that were called Exiles. The baddest of the bad filled with debt, blood money and other dirty tactics to get to where they are. Uphillers get battle against them because they maintain the balance. The balance is that good people cant always be good it was not the norm. because no one is 'perfect' like God. Humanity has flaws for a reason crimes are committed but a normal human will feel guilt and repent. Those who don't are the real 'Monsters' of society. God will judge them accordingly to their faults. Punishment is needed to those who did wrong and that is the 'scale'.

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his friend Declan shows him the pictures of the girls that have been missing from days and a recent one. "So.. what does that have to do with me?" Angelo asked him neglecting the responsibility of the girls. That were all from downhill or Downhillers. "I'm getting there.Just let me finish talking." Declan answered irritated that he has to explain the news that was televised this morning in which Angelo didn't watch. He instead grabbed his keys and drove to the campus with no knowledge of the looks that people were giving him as he entered into the university.

"the reason of the stares was about this" Dawson joined in the lockers to have a 'guy-talk' with them both. He showed the names of each girls and did extra research like a Holmes detective that he aspires to be.

"Julienne, Maxine, Laura, Jenna, Sarah..." He recited the names in a soft voice as he scrolls down his smartphone. one- by-one he was disinterested and looked at the schedule he taped on his locker for his next class. He hated being late, his punctuality is the trait that he got from his father. So, it matters to him very much. "Lab 512.." he mumbled as he took out his thick textbook that he bought for advance reading when he wasn't doing anything. Dawson kept pulling out names who he did not know of. And, he wasn't going to tolerate it. "Give me that phone." Angelo scrolled down on the names with pictures. He pretended to check on the names carefully but he was only doing these to entertain his pals. Because media is sometimes made up, fake or scandalous. It attract all its watchers or audience into believing it is real but some of the time it is fake/fraud like a counterfeit bag.

Angelo wanted toss it but something caught his eye. It was a blurred picture because the signal was very low. he had a bad feeling about this picture like he recognized it or seen it somewhere before. He pulled out his glasses that had a grade of 2.00 his eyesight was terrible because of his origins it was he was playing and studying online in his younger years that his vision is not he greatest at all. Putting on the thick rimmed glasses its was a bit dirty so Angelo wiped the lens with a clean thin satin cloth that came with the case and extra lens that were stored. 

He scrolled again this time very slowly he wanted to know the blurred picture and the name that was too small for him to see. he squinted his eyes that put eye drops to make them clearer for him to see.

His eyes widen in horror of what he saw. that it made his skin crawl with goosebumps it was a name that he knew but he wished he never saw in the article of missing girls. His legs wobble as he struggle to hold the device that his hands trembled like crazy. that he dropped the phone. making it c***k and shatter as small specks of glass spread into the granite floor. Angelo cried his anger fumed at the media who invented this lie. It was a lie. He doesn't want to believe that it was her. His girlfriend. LOWE, CHRISTELLE.