It's been over a week since Dale passed away, and the police have finally concluded that his death was accidental; they claim he simply fell down the staircase. But I call bullsh*t on that.
It was obvious to me that it wasn't an accident. It was a freaking murder, and I have a feeling it's somehow connected to me. That note, the prank, Dennis—it all adds up.
I scanned my surroundings, my eyes searching for any signs of the culprit who was watching me. But I couldn't figure out who was sneaking into my locker and trying to harm me.
A shiver ran down my spine as I realized how close I came to losing my life. If it wasn't for Dennis, that vase would have hit me on the head.
Again, who was trying to hurt me? This whole situation is driving me insane!
Taking a deep breath, I brushed my ash
