As the white snow flakes fall, as if by magic, anything can happen in a sequel!

It was November 27th, cold harsh November. There had been no snow yet this year, only rain, sleeting through the air. I was glad of it, Snow reminded me of things I’d rather forget.

I had arrived home from work, I had taken a job in the small Costcutter around the corner from my house, still in Hamlet, even Hamlet had lost its beauty in the extreme weather conditions.

The graveyard was cold, yet graveyards always are, the orange leaves blew sporadically from their parent branches. As I made my way over to the head stone which had taken me so many times as I walked the well known gravel path.

“Hello Jonathan” I said as brightly as I could manage, to the silent grey granite. “How are you”? I began to remove the dead flowers, the white magnolias I had placed in memory of a smell, the smell of his office, a smell I had never once been able to place, now it was gone it came to me in a fury of power, I’ve always left Magnolias.

“I’m alright, everything’s fine here, your Fleur has had a good holiday” it felt strange talking in the third person about yourself, yet I felt the need, I knew he could hear me.

Wiping the dirt and rain drops away from the inscription, I read it, I didn’t really need too, I knew that inscription so well, I cannot tell how many times it has been taken by my eyes, As the white snow flakes fall….

Jonathan Walker…… the love of my life, my teacher, we were in love, but as all great loves do, it ended in tragedy. Jonathan was shot, the night of the prom by a jealous man, another teacher at my high school, an insane man, by the name of Keith Silverman, who aided by Jonathan’s wife brought my darling to an end, it was not the way it should have ended, I still feel hate for the man who did this, but I know I’m safe from him, in the knowledge he is in prison far away from here in Portsmouth, hopefully for life.

It’s been a year, im now in my second year of sixth form at Holderness High, and due to my relationship, very well known, even though I’d rather not be.

“Welcome back seniors another year at Holderness High awaits you, I hope you make the most of it, it will be the last time you all study together”, Mrs Smith shouted over the rabble of the common room. It was the first day back after the holidays and the As Level studies, the spirits in the sixth form where high, everybody was glad to be back, me included.

“Hey Fleur nice holiday” I smiled at Rosie Gibbons still my best friend after everything we had gone through over the past two years. She seemed happy enough, she had a new boyfriend, Gary had split up with her at the end of the last year to go to another college, it was best for both of them, and both had agreed to a mutual ending.

“Yeh not bad actually” I replied tossing my chestnut hair over my shoulder as we made our way to R7 our form room for the year.

“So who do you think we’ll get for a form tutor, since Mario has left” she asked practically bouncing down the corridor.

Mario Andre had left teaching to take up a career as a professional football player, our relationship had never been the same as it was at first, we were very close but all of the problems with Jonathan, threw us apart, I think he left because of me, and his ex girlfriend, I partly blame myself for his leaving.

“No idea” I replied as we took our seats in the room.

For a moment the room was a din of conversation, people chatting about the excitement of their holidays, I watched the rain pour outside, it had never been a good sign to me, and I should say I have become a lot more suspicious of the weather after these last two years.

“Class” I jumped at the sound of Mrs Smiths voice, I looked her over, she was a short woman, with thinning blonde hair and round jam jar spectacles, no one could take her seriously, besides the fact that she had an extremely nasty temper, as discovered by myself when she threatened my about my History work, something along the lines of.

“Don’t think you are so special just because you led one of my colleagues astray, you can’t do that to me”

I think she blames me for the death of Jonathan, and I still believe it is true, even though I didn’t pull the trigger I still blame myself, it shouldn’t have happened.

“You have a new student in your class, she’s come all the way from London, her name is Jenni Grisham, treat her as you would like to be treated yourself”.

I girl stepped out from behind Mrs Smith, she had blonde hair, brown eyes and a startling smile, no one could have denied this girl was stunning, the girls around me just stared, the boys leered, Jenni Smiled.

“Hi nice to meet you all, I hope we can all be great friends” she said with a sickeningly sweet voice.

“Take a seat Jenni” Mrs Smith said, and went out of the room.

I just looked at the girl, she was smiling to herself and adjusting her green jacket, I was looking at her pink lips in awe, and her beautiful hair, never had I seen a girl so stunning.

“Class your attention again” Mrs Smith again, why didn’t she just go away?

“Your second new member”, she said, I glanced towards the door.

“Please welcome Mr Jake Peterson, your new form tutor”.

I stared, Rosie stared, then she looked at me, I could feel the colour drain from me, my heart pounded, I felt sick.

Mr Peterson looked like a younger version of Jonathan Walker.