Murder Club

"Living people lie, dead bodies don't!". The death of a Principal at a prestigious school sends shockwaves through the student body. Gruesome was one word to describe the state of the Principal's dead body; it hang impaled on a flagpole, blood decorating the pole from its summit. Suicide was the initial rule out, an accident was the second, however the deeper the investigation went three suspects emerged; Richardson, a personal assistant to the Principal, Uray, a kind hearted student with a keen sense of justice and Amy, an art prodigy with a charming persona. Truths, false tales and inner motives are revealed amidst interrogations raising questions about the real nature of the Principal and what led to his untimely demise... Will the true killer be found or will they be able to escape the clutches of justice while hiding in plain sight? *A Noteworthy Subject* The writing style for each character's POV is different because three people are acting as the characters and telling the story from their respective perspectives. With that in mind, please enjoy!!

King_Dom_9448 · Teen

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Chapter 4 - I Know What to Do

URAY'S POV

The headmaster had sent me out of his house

after treating me like a common slave. On my way to the dormitary I had so many questions rush into my head, which made me more angry than hurt. This man was biting more than he could chew and I WASN'T having it.

Immediately I arrived into the boarding house other students and friends rushed to me to find out what the headmaster had said and asking if he would punish us.

This man was really a problem and a stumbling block to having a progressive institution. How could students be free to walk about or have a free and easy mind to study when he was everywhere doing very unreasonable and useless acts towards the students.

I told them about the stain he found but resisted telling them about the slap since it was embarrassing and I wasn't ready for the

drama after that. I retired them to their dorms since it was nighttime and we were all exhausted. School would be in session the next day so there wasn't any time to waste loitering about either.

As I lay on my cranky bed which swayed a little to the left and right, I began to reminisce on the event that went on at the headmasters house. It angered me so much that I allowed him to slap me with his filthy corrupt hands. It wasn't like I could stop it but I just wished it hadn't happened. Why would he slap me??? After all the effort of cleaning his house so well, he found a way to disrespect me because of a spot?? I was shaking from my anger.

I know what to do... *Falls asleep.

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