Sayas pov

Lawrence didn't commit suicide.
I know.
I just know. I can't prove it, but I know.
I started in the classroom.
One desk had a small picture frame with Laurence's student I.D picture in it.
It's his desk. The school does this whenever a student dies.

Today was a rare event. It's where the students perform for the teachers and other staff members.
I looked at the pamphlet I got.

Laurence was supposed to do a routine. But now it's a memorial for him. I hope the others go.

The memorial didn't start for another two hours.
So, I'm going to go check out the other event nearby.
It was Frederick Fazbare, the ultimate lounge singer. He was going to sing something.
I looked him up.
His parents run a popular lounge centered around the 1920s—both in style and music. After Frederick became famous, they renamed it Freddys lounge.
He's going to perform the song that made him famous.

I went to the auditorium where he was going to perform.
They had moved the seats around and made it seem like a lounge.
I had walked in, in time for the performance.
A tall teenage boy with brown hair and blue eyes wearing a black tuxedo.

(Play the song, when it's done continue reading)

I have to say the song was great.
But the lyrics we're........pretty creepy.
I know he went on the retreat. So what did he do?

After he was done, he walked off stage and sat at an empty table. He started eating some meat that was on it.
I'm guessing David made it. It smells like the ultimate chef's cooking.
I went over to the table.
"Um, excuse me," I said. I sat down next to him
"Oh, your....Henry And Daniels teacher, right?" Frederick said. Wow, even off stage, his voice is smooth and rich.
"Ph, of course, I am," I answered," I'm guessing they told you about me."
"Yeah, and the headmaster told me." Frederick said "He drank almost every bit of liquor in the bar and didn't even get tipsy"
He sounds exceptionally proud.
"That doesn't seem surprising," I muttered. Then my eyes widened."Wait, why were you in the bar!?"

"Oh, the singer got food poisoning, so I took over." Frederick said.
Wow. I guess the cooking staff must have been grateful to have David there.

"Yeah, after that, I spend the rest of the retreat in my room with Benjamin, he drew, and I practiced my vocals as we listened to some music," Frederick said.

Ok. So those two haven't been corrupted.

I looked at my watch.

It's time for Laurence's memorial. I excused myself and went upstairs.

The memorial was in the classroom.
Everyone in the class was there. Except Simon and Kate. Of course, they wouldn't be here.
Simon called Laurance a fag. And who knows, Kate probably agreed.

We started with Euolgys.
Henry went first. His was short and straight to the point.
I took a deep breath and went up to the podium.

I was about to speak when a scream rang out through the hallway.

Henry and I went to check it out.
Kate was standing in front of........the recreation room.
"Its Simon," She yelled.
I went to the door. It was locked.

I looked through the door window.......He was sitting in a chair facing the door. He was smiling....and he has.......blood running down his face.

"Simon! Simon, are you ok?!" I yelled, trying to open the door.
He didn't respond.
Henry had disappeared, and when he came back, he had a broom.
I was about to ask him why he had it.

Then he smashed the window on the door. Reached in and unlocked the door.
When it was open, I ran inside the room and up to Simon.

But when I put my hand on his shoulder.

All I felt was cold death.