Horror And Mystery Stories
bully

Today I went to school with a strange feeling. Oh, how not, my body feels so light. Perhaps, it was the effect of the sedative that the doctor had given me. Yesterday anyway, I remember I was taken to the doctor by my family and people.

I don't understand what's wrong, I'm just an ordinary woman with no serious illness! As usual, the house is empty. I saw a big bowl of chicken fried rice covered with a serving hood on the big dining table. But, hey! Did you forget I had to eat breakfast?

Usually he would provide me with plates and spoons. I try to think positively. Maybe I forgot, I thought. Especially today when he is giving college. I also took my own cutlery and ate it greedily. After that, I took a shower and put on my school uniform. Fyuuh, fortunately I'm not late. The bell hasn't rang yet!

But, yes, as usual, everyone is avoiding me. Some were running around, some were putting on shocked and shocked faces. Whoa, well, you guys want to put up a charade to get away from me, huh? It doesn't work, I'm used to being isolated. I walked into class.

Oh gosh. There's Monica. She was the drama queen at school. Actually I hate him, but I am helpless because he is among the most popular students in our generation. But why is the evil one so moody? He seemed to be stressed thinking of something. Hm, what's the matter today?

Any replicates? Called a BK teacher? Usually he would spout words of ridicule and scorn on me. Has he repented? Where is the knife he used to hold? When he threatened me, he always carried a sharp object. My good friend Sinta also ignored me.

His eyes glazed over like sadness. Then he turned his face away. What the hell is this? What makes him sad? I tried to comfort him by patting him on the shoulder. But he still threw a pushy look at me as if I didn't exist. Lesson beginning.

“Morning, Kids,” Bu Hani was able to look at my place with an unusual perspective. A little lethargic and nilar. I don't understand why everyone is acting so strange on this beautiful day. Before starting the lesson he led the prayer. He said, “Let's pray for Meri to have her calm by His side. Pray, start.”

I'm a little surprised. That's me, right? Meri's name only belongs to 1 student in this class, which is me. When I was dead? Ah, maybe it's just my hallucination. Maybe there's a who, cake, who died. But my ears are a mushroom poached ears this catch a no-no.

Entering the break, a police officer named Andre (i know from his name badge) approached Bu Leli, my class teacher. “Bu, sorry, I have to hold one student in my class, the results of the visa and investigation have proven him the culprit.”

“Oh, Meri case? Too bad. Really, Mr Andre? What's the proof?” “DNAnya this student was found in a folding knife and uniform white-gray Meri who is still in the school toilet. In addition, her fingerprints were also found on her skirt and body. This student was shown to give severe physical violence to Meri. Her name is Monica Rashid.”

Mr. Andre, the police officer, gave evidence of the visa to Ms. Leli. I was so shocked, shocked, scared and feeling weird, all those feelings were running through my chest. Am I dead already? Moreover, the photo of the corpse resembled me. I fainted and died a second time. I finally remembered everything. Why I was taken to the doctor. Blood and bruises. Folding knife. Monica. Skirts and uniforms interested. Corpse sneers. Nah! Nah! Nooooooo! God, why isn't this fair!!!!