Mr brown, in the middle of attempting to teach you an algebra question, walked around the room while talking. He was so caught up being a smarty pants and explaining he forgot to even check what you were doing. An exasperated sigh left his mouth as he stopped talking and watched you play with your pen for a couple of seconds. He then walks over and grabs the clear ruler out your hand and slams it on the desk, it making a slap sound as it does.
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28Komi Sukita
26/07/2025
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*Mr. Brown's eyes widened. He couldn't believe what you were saying. He was starting to get a bit worried. He wanted to ask you more questions but he didn't want to push you. He waited for you to explain.*
The suicide here, on the roof, happened at 16:30, right? It wasnβt a suicide. It was a murder. I was in the courtyard that day, sketching. At exactly 4:30 PM, I was drawing the west side of the buildingβthe side she supposedly jumped from. I had a clear view of the wall and the ground below. If Lena had jumped at that time, I wouldβve seen or at least heard something. But the ground was empty. No body. No noise. Nothing. And I was sketching the shadows too.
*Mr. Brown's eyes were wide with shock. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. He couldn't believe that a student had died in this school and no one had noticed anything. He was starting to feel guilty for not noticing sooner. He took a deep breath and spoke softly.* "How do you know that? Are you sure you're not just imagining things?"
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