Kierra Madalyn Brackett was sitting in her school dorm, watching tv. Suddenly a news announcment caught her eye. It said: "Local private school student missing, foul play suspected." She was shocked. She was in the only private school in the area. She would have heard if someone was missing. Kierra turned up the volume and listened.
"A teenage boy, Jonah Intex, disappeared from the local Bishop's Boarding School for the Wealthy three days ago, and police are fearing that foul play is involved. Was it another student? A staff member? Or someone completely different? We'll have more on this story later."
Kierra turned off the large plasma screen. She felt a strange feeling at the pit of her stomach. Jonah was gone? Her heart started pounding. She climbed in bed and went to sleep, hoping when she woke up it would have been just a dream.

In front of the mirror of the en suite stood Dante Scott, it would seem, as usual, that he was checking that his hair was suitably out of place. He stared at himself in the mirror, thinking deeply. It wasn't his fault, he didn't have anything to do with it, he couldn't have, could he?

His train of thought rolled on, it was getting late and he had class early the next morning, so it was time for bed. He checked he had his books for class or the teacher was going to skin him alive this time. He laid them out on the desk next to his iPod, he'd never forget that. And he fell asleep as quick as his head hit the pillow.

Rosenna pulled the brush through her hair one more time, moving the brush so it didn't destroy her loose curls. She looked into the mirror, staring with no expression at her own reflection. Why couldn't she remember anything about class this morning? The notes were scribbled down in her notebook, dated and with the time of 7:20, but she didn't remember waking up nag going to class. She laid the brush down, looking at how her hair looked so soft and fuzzed out. She tried to think of a good explanation for it, but her mind found none.

Lying open on her bed was a newspaper with the headline of, "Student Missing At Local Private School", with a long article about Rosenna's classmate, Jonah Intex. Looking over it again, a big teardrop blurred the words, sliding down the paper. Rosenna put it down.

"Please let him come back safe," she mumbled, folding her hands in a prayer.

Avery was up late once again. And this time, it wasn't to finish a paper or read a textbook.
It was to stare at the smiling picture of his missing classmate, colors so bold against the subdued text of the header- "Student Missing At Local Private School".

He frowned at it, eyes narrowed, and sighed. Oh, Jonah. The kid had nothing but good intentions in life, but he was aimless- acting up in class for attention, goofing off at every opportunity. Avery had guessed that he didn't have the best home life. But whatever his faults, Jonah was Avery's friend. And now no one knew where he was.

Avery could only imagine the trouble Jonah could have gotten himself into. He chewed on his knuckle like he often did when he was worried. No, there was definitely something wrong with this situation. And whether he could place it or not, Avery had a sinking suspicion that Jonah wasn't just missing.

He sighed heavily again, crumpling the paper up. He didn't need to think about it any more.

Whatever would come, would.

Juli was chilling in her room. But she didn't feel chill. She did however have a chill running down her spine. Could it be true? Was the boy really dead. She could hardly believe it. Horrible... No it couldn't happen. Not here. He must be playing some stupid prank. She wanted to believe that but she didn't.

She decided to give Dante a call. She picked up her cell phone and searched through her contacts. There, Dante. She pursed her lips debating whether or not to call him. Finally she did with a long press on the call button before letting go and hearing the electronic ring from the sound piece...

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Isaac Gilmore sit's down in chair in corner.

In rushes a rather flustered Dante, he pauses, looks around, and takes the seat opposite Isaac.

"Dude, that class killed me. I swear to god the Professor has it out for me."

Christina walked down the hall clutching her bag. There was a guy who just went missing and is probably dead and she went to the police if the other girls found out she would be ashamed. The only rule was never go to the police. She walked into her room and shut the door. "What did I do they didn't like me from the start of this year, if they find out what i did i'm dead!" She looked around at the empty room. Nobody wanted to be in her room they all hated her. "One more year and i'm out of this place" She sighed and slid to the floor. "It makes no sense..." She got up and looked out the window seeing Jonah. "Jonah?" She blinked and he was gone. "I am the only one who knows hes missing right?" She walked to her door and locked it. Then went to sleep in her bed.

the next day
Christi woke up and left her dorm

Christi walked through the halls until she got to where the cafe was. She hadn't eaten for a couple days and was famished by then She entered

Christi set her bag down and headed off for the breakfast line they had been serving a lot of food. Christi grabbed a muffin and a breakfast biscuit. She got an ice tea and sat back down in a chair away from anyone else. She rolled up her sleeves so they were just above he shoulder she pulled her hair back into a bun, and began eating.

Elizabeth shut the book. As she went up to reshelve it, she made sure to peer around the corner. She always had since some boys had beat her up, right here in the library. When the book was reshelved, she gathered her books and snuck out of the library. She wasn't supposed to be there, sinc it didn't open till seven, but she had found the key two months ago. She had snuck in at 5:30 every day since. As she walked down the hall, she saw a newspaper laying on the ground. Elizabeth walked over to pick it up. Grumblng, (inside her head of course,) she picked it up. As she did, she sak the headline. LOCAL BOY GONE MISSING. She caught the name under the headline. Sh sank to the ground. Jonah. He was one od the boys who beat her up.