"Yoel Quadley please report to the principal's office immediately", our principal's voice boomed over the speakers.
What could I possibly be in trouble for this time? I thought as I walked down the hall. I knocked and waited for her to open the door. She said to come in and I did. The horrid cold breeze that greeted me reminded me of the last time I was here and why I would rather be anywhere but here. It wasn't like I committed a major offence but I got my first strike for cutting class for a whole day without permission.
Honestly, what I saw wasn't what I was expecting. Our principal was sitted and so was my house parent and the janitor. Ms Klara, our house parent (or hostel matron) was on a call. Kinda sounded like she was giving directions to someone. When she was done, the principal, Mrs Shey told me to have a seat.
The air was really tense and I feared what she was about to say.
"Yoel", she began slowly, "I want you to take a deep breath and try not to freak out". Honestly, I couldn't tell where this was getting to. Was I in some kind of trouble? Was I getting a second strike? But that would mean suspension. Jeez why the suspense, just tell me already, I couldn't help screaming in my head.
"Your roommate, Chloe Brown, was found dead in her classroom by the janitor a few minutes ago"
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Lorandelle prep has been my dream school since 7th grade. I wrote the required exams and I was accepted. It was one of the happiest moment of my life. Lorandelle prep is a high school. A boarding school to be precise. I really love everything about the school; the classrooms, the large fields, the basketball courts, the hostels, the swimming pools, the hillside view, Lorandelle prep was were I wanted to be.
I'm Yoel Quadley, 17, just your normal wealthy high school girl, brown long curly hair, cute brown eyes, nice lips. I live with my dad(he's a wealthy lawyer), Joyce our house help, my elder sister Chelsea and Joel my twin brother. He also attends Lorandelle prep. We got in during 9th grade and things haven't so bad, just a normal preppy high school. Chloe became my roommate during my first term in 10th grade. My previous roommate didn't die....just to be clear. Her parents moved and she had to change schools. Myself and Chloe got along pretty well and we've been besties ever since.
Eleventh grade and she made the soccer team. She was one of their star players. We both had lots of fun and made new friends, it's been an exciting adventure. Chloe really looked forward to being the head of student council but that position was taken by Brea. Well, it's not like I hate her or something, I just feel she doesn't deserve it and for some reason she never did like me or Chloe. Whatever her problem is.
Basically, me and Chloe got along pretty well until our last term in 11th grade. Chloe did something really hurtful to me. You might be wondering what but I guess that's a story for another day. It got me thinking for days but I got over it, eventually.
So that's it. Woke up this morning, went to class, Chloe told me she had something to do so she'll be late to lunch. Finished with lunch and about to start extra-curriculars and I get called to the principal's office.