I try to stop the endless questions in my head from worrying me, but it's practically impossible. They're all I can think about. I wonder how Ms. Fletcher must be connected to all this. I wonder where my mother is. I wonder when she possibly wrote that note. I need to figure this all out. And I need to do it today. Maybe if I try to think of the facts I do know, I can figure some things out. I know Ms. Fletcher is my kind teacher, she is pleasant to be around... and... Nothing. Nothing adds up. Nothing makes sense. Until... I remember she warned me about a killer in the woods. *** At school, it's just as boring as usual. Boring classes, boring students, and boring lessons. When I finally get to history class, I stay silent. I want to speak to her after class. That's when it's the perfect time. *** After class, I approach Ms. Fletcher. "Ms. Fletcher?" I ask quietly, now realizing my voice is less steady than I thought. "I want to ask you something..." Ms. Fletcher raises her head and smiles sweetly. "Of course, Lilliana. What is it?" I feel the lump in my throat as I speak. "... I... I want to ask a few questions about my mother." I pull the note out of my pocket and put it in Ms. Fletcher's steady grasp. She looks up at me, her smile fading.
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