Ruby “It is just a rumour, but it seems Bryan Lockwood is a suspect in Maddison’s case. Someone saw him being questioned.” Abby looked my way after blurting out her statement in the middle of the Avengers movie we were watching. “I always knew that guy was suspicious,” Jake added and I shifted on my seat, my mind finally touring towards the one thing I had been trying not to think about. Bryan Lockwood said he will punish me. No, he promised he would do it. And, that's a grandly messed up statement. “Do you guys think he killed that first girl? Uh… Melissa?” I asked my friends. “Melinda. It is very possible,” Jake replied to my question after relaxing his narrowed eyes. A sigh escaped me and I crossed my legs. “It doesn’t make sense. If he is a killer or what have you, why is he roaming the corridors of our school? Now that I think of it, when he was arrested for the first incident, he was too calm for someone who was supposedly being arrested for murder.” “What is going o

Adonis She must have thought I drugged her. It wouldn't surprise me if she slaps me with that accusation when she wakes up. But then, it's not my fault she lacked so much sleep that my very reliable sleep-inducer could not help but knock her out so fast. After settling on the little space left on her bed, I took a second to study her relaxed face. The things I heard about her in the corridors of the school were enough to tell me why she was so pale. And that made me wonder who Ruby offended that he or she would think it was necessary to release such provocating images. I sighed hard. Trying to figure that out was another issue on its own. A small smile found its way to my lips and my right hand attempted to reach out for the large mass of her shiny, nice scented, black hair that scattered all over her pillow. I quickly pulled back. I shouldn't be getting attached to her. I should not try to befriend her. But still, I need to protect her. And to do that, I need to be close

RubyThree days later, the school was wearing a different look in preparation for Maddison's memorial. I actually didn't think my mother would approach the principal to express her displeasure, but she did. And the principal who we hardly see around listened to my mother.Investigations were put on hold and no classes were held after eleven o'clock. And that was weird because you'd expect that there would be no class on a day like this.But then, I am glad the memorial service gets to happen. It is the least that could be done for the departed soul.Since Abby and I are part of the school decorating team, we were assigned to give a different touch to the open grounds behind our school.The view is quite nice. One would be able to see the city ahead at night and that guarantees a beautiful view. "Is that a piano?" Abby queried as she got off the ladder that she had earlier climbed so that she could put up the banner made for the occasion.I looked behind me and behold, a grand piano w

Ruby"Is that so?" I heard my Dad calmly yet authoritatively ask. He then took a deep sigh and shifted in the leather seat of the BMW model he had gotten the previous year. "Good. At least we know who the traitor is."My head turned to the side and my eyes captured the entrance to our house. My mind then traveled to the unexpected turn of events, playing right from the moment my parents hinted that they had something planned for me. True to her word, Mom took me to the closest mall and had me try gown after gown without slipping a word about what was going on.After choosing a red, low turtle neck, knee length, and a smooth-feeling gown that Abby would call sexy, Mom dragged me to a beauty salon and made sure I sat through the whole process.Trust me, I hated every moment.The fact that I had to sit for so long, the incessant chattering around me, the hands in my hair, the eyes staring at my face, I hated it all because I felt uneasy.But the result, I like. In Mom's words, I look l

RubyI don't remember a time when I was so tense. It was as though I was about to step onto a huge stage to face a large and intimidating crowd. I felt like I was about to do something that would ridicule me.But, my father's words at the party came to me and that reminder lashed at the ridiculous thoughts I was having.Clutching hard, the handle of my personalized tote bag that Abby made for me for last year's Christmas, I let out a huge puff of air and resumed my intent to walk past the glass entrance of the school building."Hello there."My chest banged hard at that voice, my whole body felt so strange, like it was hypnotised."Mr. Klaus," I carefully said as I turned my head slightly to face the tall man who was dressed like he came out of a fashion magazine. Well, he always dresses like that. He might as well be on every cover of magazines women love to feast their eyes on. "How are you doing?" he asked. "Uh?" I blinked hard after I realised that I was already picturing him i