CHAPTER 11 First: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/805544080/ Previous: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/829974569/ Next: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/888663496/ Enjoy!! POV: Dana There is only a week left at Everdrop high, until we go back to the school that burned down, Evening high. I have a plan. I'm not sure how sane it is though. I'm not sure how sane I am anymore. I know everybody else thinks I'm insane. But this plan... It's a little over the top. Even for me. I look at the files I created about the "Fiery Phantom" as the reporters call it. Blonde hair. Finger prints. Camera footage. It's all I got. Basically nothing. I can't leave Everdrop high. If I do I leave a whole bunch of potential suspects there. I can't leave this a cold case, I owe it to them. I owe it to Blaze. I owe it to the twins. The cold winds blow in my hair. I look drealily at the dark night sky, as I walk along the cold sidewalk. No one is anywhere to be seen. I walk past a couple shops until I look to the road, and see the letters. My mouth slowly mutters the words. "School zone." I look ahead and see it. Evening high. The workers have done an amazing job. They fixed up the bricks which had been partly burned, and they replaced the whole inside, which had been completely destroyed. "Dana?" I heard a voice behind me. I whipped my head around to see who it could be. There was boy, with hair exactly like Amber's, long and a creamy blond color. Right now his hair was in a ponytail. He stared intently into my eyes, his were the color of dirt in the warm sun. His skin was pulled tightly over his face and his skin was so pale I wasn't sure if he was healthy. "Can I help you?" I growled at him "You know Amber?" He asked looking at me almost as if sizing me up. "Why?" I asked His eyes seemed to drift from me to our surroundings. "I'm her older brother. She speaks of you." I didn't answer I just walked off. I got a really bad feeling from him. Amber never told me she had a brother, and I'm glad she didn't. What kind of psycho was out at 12:00 am?... Other than me. I walked closer and closer to Evening high. The only item I brought rubbed my hands, that were in my pocket of my sweater as I walked. I was three feet away, I pulled my hood up, and walked right to the spot where Blaze burned her hand. I walked back to the front and took out my only item. Matches. I took it and held it under the wood for a while, I brought dead leaves to help it spread. Evening high was no more. It was going up in flames. There would be no Evening high until I solved this case. I would make sure of it. That might be forever, or maybe just a while. But for now as far as I'm concerned, there is no Evening high. I walk into the darkness with the flames lighting up my back, and a wicked grin crossing my face.
