{ F I V E } : A R T I C L E S.

It was just twelve hours into monday and Jazz was sick of it all.

Thankfully, it was time for lunch recess and the break was meant to last for an hour.

The urge to pass out in the hallway as she, Grey, Chloe and Allen walked to the common room was very strong on her. Grey probably noticed because he drew her close and held unto her shoulder as the quad walked.

Jazz didn't know when her mind travelled five hundred miles away.

Grey and her already married and on a plane to Hawaii for their honeymoon.

Allen's words rescued her from her crazy mind. "I still don't get it, if you didn't write the article, who did?"

Jazz's knees buckled and she staggered but thanks to Grey's firm hold, she remained on her feet.

"I know right." Chloe chimmed in.

The article, hmph, Jazz had forgotten about it the moment she stepped into history class and Mrs Dayne started talking about her seven orphaned ginger cats which she rescued a year ago from an animal shelter in Texas.

Plus she didn't want her thoughts to linger on something she had no answer too.

"On the brighter side, has anyone seen Bonnie?" Jazz drooled out as they stepped into the common room.

"Probably making out with Diezel Kinney." Allen chuckled to himself.

Jazz's nose scrunched up at the mention of Diezel Kinney. He was a total skeeze not to mention he just returned to school after a three month probation period.

Anyways the calmness in the common room was just right for the light headed Jazz Brown whom had just recovered from ten days of being jet lagged.

Bubble Academy student common room housed an expensive cozy setting with plush cushions, armchairs and sofas surrounding coffee tables all in brown and black, with padded foam walls, windows that ran from ceiling to few inches shy of reaching the floor, material black curtains with golden brown trim, a color tv, a vinyl player, grand piano and water dispenser. During the day, fruit punch and popcorn was always available on a slab by each of the two entrances.

Chloe grabbed four transparent solo cups and filled them with punch. She donned them out to the rest. The quad took their seats on four armchairs that formed a kite shape by the window.

Because most students spent their free time by the fountain, brown house, in the library or in the garden, the common room wasn't always crowded. The majority of students seen here were the popular ones, or the entangled ones.

"So how's working with Solace going?" Chloe asked Allen.

Allen sipped his punch with grace before responding, "Let's just say, I really miss Aubrey."

Allen was able to get his head out of prefect duties for a while today and decided to spend his time around familiar company away from Livia Solace and her high pitched montone voice friends. Allen was a beige blond with piercing dark eyes, a simple boy whom was particularly humble despite his family's affluence. Allen was like a calmer and nicer version of Aubrey, they were meant for each other, like totally written in the stars meant for each other.

"Yeah rub it, we are all single." Jazz murmured but they all heard.

The group laughed.

Chloe sighed, "I miss her too, Aubrey brought the bubble into Bubble, get me?"

A paper flew by and stuck to the window bane. Out of curiosity, Grey reached out and grabbed it before it flew away.

"Let me guess, Keandra is sending you love letters using messenger birds now?" Allen teased with a cocky smile.

Allen also kinda knew everyone's business although not on the Aubrey Simon level.

Grey chuckled calmly but didn't look up from the paper, his eyes looked hypnotized as he read the words out. "THE BUZZ: A Leap In Time... Are we just going to ignore these accidents or pay attention to the fact that there might be a maniac thief that is obsessed with PURPLE. Remember when, Head Prefect Allen's purple resin neck piece went missing? Or Chloe Black's purple earrings from Italy? Or when the trap door dropped and the only item missing from Whitney White was her expensive purple and gold brooch? Or even the lastest incidents, Aubrey Simon found getting electrocuted to death, her purple bracelet missing? And Livia Solace's fancy bracelet watch being smashed to bits right inside her dorm room?... Written by Jazz Brown."

Jazz stomach knotted.

"Let me see!" Chloe snatched the paper.

Allen leaned over to read it as well.

Few moments later their eyes were filled with horror.

"Convinced now that I didn't write the articles?" Jazz exclaimed, adjusting her glasses on her nose.

"Who is doing th-" Allen started but paused mid-sentence as Head Mistress May Anderson walked into the room.

The sound of her platform loafers approaching was enough to silence the entire room and bring the students to a stand still.

A cluster of students appeared at the entrances.

News must have spread like wildfire.

Standing in the middle of the room, looking bright and sharp in black trousers and a pink long sleeve blouse, Head Mistress May Anderson spoke in an intimidating voice.

"Miss Brown, my office."

Four words.

Four freaking words that were enough to knock Jazz off whatever high horse was keeping her going for the day.

Her buddies casted her looks of pity as she made to stand up.

Grey tried to intervene, "Mom-"

"That's Head Mistress May Anderson to you, Mister." She addressed him sharply, silencing him.

"It's okay." Jazz murmured, adjusting her bag strap on her right shoulder.

She didn't write the articles and that's all the proof she had for whatever prejudice awaited her in Head Mistress May Anderson's office.

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Head Mistress May Anderson waved the two branded sheets of paper before Jazz, while seated on her swivel chair like it was some throne and she was about to pass judgement on a subject.

"Can you explain this, Miss Brown?"

"Most certainly not." Jazz said under her breath before she caught her tongue, "No ma'am." She said, a little louder this time, shifting her weight to her right leg.

"It clearly states your name."

"I am aware."

"And?"

"I didn't write any of them, someone is trying to-"

"Enough, Miss Brown!" Head Mistress May Anderson raised her hand in the air. "Bubble Academy is a free space for physical and mental growth and I do not appreciate anyone publishing articles trying to insert fear into the minds of helpless students. Aubrey Simon's case was an accident, everyone knew the vending machine was faulty so therefore, henceforth, you are banned from the student publication-"

"You do realize I am the ONLY student publication right?" Jazz explained.

The thing is, The Buzz was something Jazz had come up with in junior year because she loved writing especially pitches, articles and essays since she wanted to be a journalist. Aubrey had told her it was a great idea since the school didn't have a student newspaper publication. Jazz was still in the process of appealing for it to be made official and probably made a club so other students could join in.

"You are banned, Miss Brown, I don't want to hear of 'The Buzz' till you graduate from Bubble Academy. In the meantime, you'd be serving detention by 6:30 come Saturday, in classroom five."

Jazz's mouth dropped open, "6:30 in the evening or morning?"

"I want to believe your brain isn't clogged." Was Head Mistress May Anderson's stern reply.

Jazz was taken aback by the sly insult.

Her doe eyes fell behind her glasses as she walked out of Head Mistress May Anderson's office. Whoever this anonymous person is, they'd just made an enemy in Jacqueline Brown.

She was going to find out who they are, one way or another, no matter how many hours of detention she'd have to sit through this semester. It was a promise.

Happy Monday. Jazz smiled inwardly.

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A/N: I feel like I'm on impulse with this story. Any guesses what the maniac writing the articles is trying to attain? Vote if you like this chapter, feel free to recommend my book to your friends. Love you <3.