Ninety eight

Chelsea's POV

That situation where people rushed down the hallway was like no other. There was commotion within the whole school premises. People raised their phones up on camera, to get a record of the event playing out.
People were just so many at the stairway. Swears, there could be a stampede any time from now.
I took my phone and my purse before I joined the crowd. I would not want to miss out on this latest gist. I want it fresh and hot.
Not like I'm a fan of gossiping, somethings just can't get off me without getting a knowledge of it.
I pushed my way through the crowd, downstairs. I could not get to the Frontline at all.
Now, I was left to start asking about for the info.
What would have fallen?
Students gripped their mouths and shook their head. Some were starting to cry.
"What's going on?" I asked a tall lady in small white gown. She looked at me over her shoulder, because I was shorter as well as behind her. Then she faced me. I could now see her face. If I had seen it earlier, I would have just asked another person instead.
"Someone fell from the rooftop" gratefully, she replied.
I gasped aloud.
Many shook their heads in pity for the girl.
I looked into someone's phone.
Holy shit!
What was that?
The girl's head was smashed on the floor. Her body was sprawled wide.
She was sure dead already.
How did things end up like this?
I had always used the rooftop as my quite place for study, music and mostly taking pictures. Pictures in the clear sunlight and clean fast wind looked pretty amazing. I'll recommend that anyone does it.
Okay... This rooftop is going to look creepy to me for the meantime.

The sound of siren came blaring in the hall. Security men passed witha. Stick in hand, instructing that we left for our various classes.
We obeyed rather reluctantly.
An ambulance came by. As soon as it pulled to a stop, the two doors at the rear end opened. Two men emerged from the ambulance and rushed over, bending down to check the pulse of the girl on the floor.
I heard the man say somethings I to the small device in his hand.
The other students that refused to leave the scene as well as I watched the whole play out of events.
We mumured most of the time.
Another guy came witha stretcher.
They counted 1, 2, 3.
Then, they moved her to the stretcher.
Again they counted one, two, three before they lifted the stretcher and placed it in the ambulance.
Soon, they had kicked ignition. Everyone, including I returned to my classroom.
I did not see either Kayla or Torin.
Where did they go to?
I checked our group chat.
Shit!
They were all out for field work.
It was an extracurricular activity we usually did on Wednesday. This was a Wednesday like no other in the first place.

Is there a CCTV camera around? I rummaged my brain. In the nearest future, I'm going to become a detective anyways. I was in the department of crime management.
I went downstairs to the office of our head of department. He is a retired colonel.
"Good day sir." I genofleted after opening his office door.
He looked up and dropped his phone. He pulled of his glasses first before replying me.
"Chelsea Morgan." He called the way he usually did.
"Did you see what happened down there." He asked
"Yes sir." I fondled with my hand.
"What do you think about it logically?" He arched his brows.

I had my backpack on, so I pulled out my journal and a pen. I showed him my readiness.
"I think we need to know about the victim from her immediate friends, so we can identify if it's a case of suicide or murder." I said quickly. He nodded, took his phone and stood up. He led the way, I staggered behind. What was I doing?
Acting as an apprentice in a crime scene!


We found ourselves in a place out of boundaries to me.
There were a lot of screens displaying the footage of students all around.
"Good afternoon sir" I heard the men in the room greeting.
He patted their shoulders.
"Where's the rooftop cam?" He asked.
A guy touched a screen.
"Who was on duty?" He asked.
"Sam" two guys chorused.
I scribbled.
"And you didn't see anything happening at the rooftop?" I was writing fast in shorthand. When I get home, I'll translate to English.
"Nothing sir, it just went blank for sometime, then, we heard the commotion and realized that this stuff happened."
After the mini investigation, we realized there was no were going to find out what happened. I felt the surge to use my supernatural instinct. I ran up to the rooftop of incidence.
There was the caution sign all over.
I showed them my identity card as a student of crime management.
They granted me a pass.
I stood there, breathing the cold air, trying to imagine what happened. Just then, the dream I had last night began to echo in my head. I felt heavy headed.
My world was spinning. I saw things.
The ring on my finger was getting hot.
I saw the girl talking with a masked man. He had instructed her to jump off the cliff.
Just as I saw that, the man looked at me in the eye.
"Chelsea." His voice echoed repeatedly.
I wanted to talk, but I didn't want the people around to see me as a lunatic.
What do you want? My inner mind questioned. He vanished.

My phone beeped.
I looked at the notification.
"Guess who's next." The heading of the mail stated.
So, it's as I have seen. There is someone who is trying to get to me by making students commit suicide.
How cruel!
I tapped my phone to view the mail fully.