"I was walking to art class when I head my name being called out on the loudspeaker.

"Dalia Skash please come to the office," it said.

I changed my direction and walked towards the office instead. Inside the office, there was a girl.

"Hello," I said.

"Hi, I'm Piper," the girl said.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Dalia."

I walked the girl to her locker and helped her for the rest of the day.  There was absolutely something off about her. I just had no idea what.

The next day, she was gone. No word from her. I never saw her again."

"Will you tell us more about her?" Asked the police officer.  I could tell that he was trying to be kind. But you can't ask someone about something seventy years after it happened and expect them to remember the whole thing.

"No, I don't think I will."