Michelle’s plot

Prologue

I dragged myself to take it when in reality I already knew. I didn’t want to feel the pain. The concrete knowledge that my life was coming to an end. I’d be best if I left it alone. Although deep in my heart there was the concern that I must know. I had to take it.

So I did.

And I waited ,

and waited,

and waited.

Atlast I saw the results.

My eyes widened and I could not feel myself but I could hear the noise that signified madness. All hell broke loose

Chapter I: The quiet girl

She was the sweetest girl in school. A quiet brunet, a diligent student, and divinely stunning. Anyone who scarcely knew her could promise she was one in a million. Her personality outreached anyone else's. She was humble and gentle even in a day when everyone else was arrogant and snobby and she hardly ever talked. Everyone liked her to a certain point though. No one ever invited her out or asked her to accompany them somewhere. She just wasn't the kind. She had only one real friend, and even then; no one really saw them together after the last bell of the day.

Sometimes you would see that bark-color, wavy hair, hanging lonely on the street making her way to a café or in a swing at the park reading a book. She was, to the kids at Crystal Mount Private School, an abnormal angel that ever touched Earth.

Then it happened. No one ever expected it or even dreamed about it.

Crystal Mount Private School was a high school in the outskirts of the little, but expensive town of Aconite. It was a grand castle located in the middle of a decidous forest that turned gold, died, and reborned itself in fleshy green colors as seasons passed by.

The castle was built in the late eighteen century by a wealthy duke who lived in Aconite. He was seeking a peaceful place to raise his newborn: somewhere out of Aconite. He found it on the piece of land he owned and built the castle.

Misfortune hit the duke like a ton of bricks before the castle was finished though. His wife got infected with a strange disease and died. After that his son inherited it and also passed away leaving the duke alone. As legend goes, for months the duke was no longer a man but a deceasing soul. When the castle was finished he commited suicide and left all of his belongings, including the castle, to his cousin Richard Crystal. For some unknown reason, Richard did not want the castle. He immediately gave it away to a group of monks to start a school. Throughout the years he funded the castle without ever stepping in it and once he died he gave away all his belongings to the school.

People living around the area were shocked a man would leave his inheritance to a castle he disfavored. So shocked were the people they started calling the school "crystal's school." Soon the name catched on and the school was officially named after Sir. Crystal.

The school had been standing ever since. It was in extraordinary good condition to be as old as it was. It had never before been harmed in any way and had never closed. It was a marvelous spectacle when hikers happened to pass by there. An amazing but pleasant suprise to see an old castle in the midst of nature.

It was on a cold December day, a week before Christmas vacations. The students, all bundled up, waited for the announcements that were contemporary with the morning. The teacher, sitting up tall and proper stared at her pupils also waiting for the short speeches the principal usually gave before she started teaching. Finally, the intercom came on a little late than usual. Students were already anxious to hear today’s announcements and get it over with, but it was quiet at first. Then the principal’s voice came on and his tone was different from his usual square one. There was a hint of mournfulness in it.

“Dear students of Crystal mount private school. Today I have been informed of a great tragedy that has happened in a way, to all of us. I have been requested by her parent’s to please regard this speech in commemoration of their daughter. As we all know. Michelle Gold was a student of great standing. She had good grades, never once got into any trouble, so she in other words was an outstanding student. But accordingly, today just about midnight, she was found dead by police in Maple Tree Park. Her parents were informed just recently and they have asked me to please tell my students in case they have any information on her death. I am asking you as my student’s and concerned citizens that if you do have any information, please come over to my office anytime of the day. Likewise, if there is any other updates t to this recent tragedy, you’ll be informed as soon as possible That is all.

There was a long, deep, breath before the speakers went off and everything went silent. The school was dismayed.

Wednesday, Michelle was the hot topic on everyone’s tongue. Second to that was Michael, Michelle’s best friend. Everyone knew he was the primary suspect though everyone was skeptical about it. Michael, even though he was just a mystery as Michelle had been, seemed to have loved her. Besides that, Michael, from everyone’s knowledge, wouldn’t hurt a fly. He was the kind of guy who hid his feelings about death but made it so obvious when he skipped class when dissecting a harmless worm. Yet on Wednesday afternoon, the all high, mighty FBI dropped its first fist as it stepped in school and confiscated Michael from biology class.

Everyone complained. Michael did not deserved to be in the hands of people accusing him. Nobody agreed. Yet, in the eyes of the investigators and police, as they stared down at the suspect in that cold and dark cell they had him in, he had something to hide. In their eyes, Michael was a heartless renegade that probably killed Michelle for revenge or some other mindless reason. They had seen it many times before in cases like these. But Michael did not break. They had him in all night, throwning cups of water in his face when he didn't answer a question correctly. They were accusing him of the death of his best friend, his only friend. But he resisted the accusations and the yelling and threatening. He had a secret about Michelle but it belonged to her and he wasn’t going to give it away, even if he had to die for it.

Thursday morning Michael stepped again in school territory. They had released him early in the morning and he was back by first period. Anyone that was in that class felt empathy for the figure that walked in feeling lower than dust. His green eyes were bloodshot and swollen; his skin pale almost as white as Michelle’s when the police found her dead. He never uttered a word to the teacher or to any other teachers he had that day. He was silent and it felt as if he was dead. He was a dead living being.

Many people tried hard to cheer him up. At lunch he sat at the same place he used to sit with Michelle. Student’s, some of them he didn’t even know, came and sat with him and tried to talk. But he just stood up and left them. Everyone stared.

One thing everyone understood, perhaps the only thing they understood, was that Michelle Gold had been his life and now she was gone. So was he they recognized as he threw his plate in a trolley and walked away from the cafeteria he once enjoyed being in.

Gossip traveled up and down the hallway’s of Crystal Mount private school. They talked about as much as they knew because in reality, everyone only had the information given by the principal and the events that had taken place when the FBI took Michael away. In true honesty, nobody knew Michelle or Michael. They only knew their basics. Michael was from upstate New York and Michelle was from the southern part of Texas. Michael and Michelle met the year they both moved into Indiana which was four years ago. Besides that, nobody knew anything about either of their families or of their lives.

Night overtook the day all too quick and then the FBI was spotted again entering school. People rushed to see what was going to take place. The FBI walked to Michael’s dormitory, knocked on the door and handcuffed him then aggressively, without giving any explanation, took him.

Teachers, in their nightgowns asked what was going on; the principal was demanding they had no right. But all in all no one could stop them from taking Michael away.