Prolouge
A child painted with the grey clouds of black and blue, and the pain of her inside constantly stingning and bleeding held the name of Elysia. She's only 15 years old. She was going to get on a bus to Winchester, a town nearby her residence in the United Kingdom. Within Winchester was her goal; an old abandoned church. She had her matches and lighter, in her back-pack was the gasoline she needed. Unfortunatly, the bus was full. She couldn't get on. She couldn't wait, not one more second to end the constant fear and pain she feels.
She thought of the best way to end it all. Elysia walked out into the street, the signs obviously flashing in orange "DONT WALK"....
Some one honking their vehicle.
A screeching stop.
A fifteen-year-old soul, lost.
This isnt a 'just beacuse' event... Theres a story behind this cruel suicide....
The Cause
A tall, thin blond woman at the age of at leas 25 got up to the sound of her alarm screaming the awful sirens awakening her from her dream and into hell. She looked at the alarm clock flashing 6:30.
She was an english arts teacher for the 9th grade. She was every guy's dream; tall, thin, blond, smart, blue-eyed. She showered, and fixed her hair that passed her butt to be curly-just the way she wanted it. She grabbed her grade book, and looked around her small apartment. 'What happened to me? What was my dream? How in the sam hell did I end up teaching a bunch of ninth graders?' The same questions she asked herself every morning. Her dream was to be a star; a model, or an actress. She was very good with acting, always the top of her class. But some where along the lines of her multiple flaws, no one would offer her a contract.
Ms.Martin went to the school she worked at, and sat in the far back corner of the caffeteria to moniter the students. She was gorgous and all, but man-what cralled up her butt and died?
The detective went through Elysia's room to look for evidence to back up the reason for her suicide... Whatever the reason may be... "Found something." Detective Johanson called to her partner. "The girl's diary. Jackpot."
"August 18, 2003
I was highly dissapointed with english-I haven't learned a single thing."
Ms.Martin passed out an assignment for her students to read three chapters from a book, and write a review on each chapter, and how they can relate to what is going on. It was due in fourty minutes.
"I mean, all she ever does is sit down and IMs some one all day. She doesn't even answer our questions when we have them, she won't let us fix a mistake if we made one."
Ms.Martin jumped onto her computer shortly afterwords, signed into msn.messenger and began talking to her girlfriend, Ms.Ramstien, a fifth grade teacher.
"Like Christine. She wasn't here the day before, and she didn't know that she needed her english book, and she asked Ms.Martin if she could go get it-that she made a mistake and was sorry, and Ms.Martin wouldn't let her."
"Detective. There's almost an entire year skip in these entries-it goes from August 18th, to April 13th."
" 'April 13, 2004' "
Is all I can make up. This handwritting is so shakey, and the page looks like it's been rained on..." Detective Johanson called to her partner, Detective Roberts. They skimmed through the five front-and-back page used, and all they could make out was 'Ms.Martin'.
Suspicion, Day One
After another eight hours of hell, Erica went to her six-year-old Toyota Corola. A tall man with brod shoulders and woman in black went up to her. "Are you Ms.Martin by any chance?" the man asked her. "Screw off." she greeted the two. She was pmsing, but then again, when was she not? Erica reached for her car door, and opened it. Detective Johanson closed the door. She held up her badge. "Ms.Martin, we have questions we'd like to ask you." Erica looked at them in a verry cross way. "I don't have to say squat until I have a lawyer." she spat out... Quiet litterally. Detective Roberts wiped Erica's spit from his face. "True, or we could arrest you for insulting an officer." he smirked. Ms.Martin, had indeed, lost. She slammed her door shut, and stepped into the police car. She spent the entire ride to the station texting her girlfriend like a little valley girl. So immature. Though Detective Johanson.
"Erica Martin. You seem to be a beautiful woman. What are you doing teaching?" Detective Roberts asked. "Did you inturrupt my day just to ask me stupid questions? I mean, can't we just cut the b.s. I have plans." Erica lit a smoke without even asking. "What's your first name?" Detective Johanson asked.
"Erica. You?"
"My name is Sharon. His is Steven."
"What am I here for?"
"Do you have a student by the name of Elysia Browns?"
Erica suddenly felt her stomache turn. "Yeah. I do. Haven't seen her around though. Why?" Erica took a hit.
"She commited suicide. Ran out infront of the street."
"Bumer. How do you know she commited suicide?"
"Because, we found her suicide note. She was going to go to a town called Wichester, catch herself and an old building on fire." Steven answered her question.
Erica took another hit, and blew the smoke in his face. "If she was going to burn herself, but got hit by a bus on the way there, then it wasn't exactly suicide."
"Witnesses say that the bus was too full, and she dilleberatly walked out infront of a moving vehicle." Sharon responded.
"What does this have to do with me?" Erica asked.
"Thsts what we want to know. We found her diary. The last entry looked like it had been rained on, but forensics showed they were tears. The page was hard to read-so sloppy, and the ink smeared. All we could make out was 'Ms.Martin'. " Steven answered Erica's question.
"Any clue why she might right about you in her diary?" Sharon asked.
"I don't know. I really don't care about my students' personal life, as long as they turn in their assignments." Erica finished her ciggerette.
"We'll be close by." Steven dismissed her.
Erica went back to her appartment and wanted to pre-set her morning. She rummaged through her drawrs, looking for something to wear. She held up a stripped shirt. "No, I've already worn that this week." Erica mumbled to herself. She decided that she would wear a pok-a-dot shirt and some jeans.
Suspicion, Day Two
Erica once again was sitting at her desk. Her whole class room matched her appartment; messy. Papers scattedred every where. Such a pack rat. She passed the assigment-to read a short story from a magazine, and answer the questions while restating the prompt. The questions had to be answered in five or six sentences. There were five questions:
How long has the Parakeet been around?
What continent is the Parakeet on?
Since when was the Parakeet able to be a house pet?
Describe an egg of a Parakeet.
Would you like to have a pet Parakeet? Why, or why not?
Bridgett, a girl with short blond hair went up to Ms.Martin, who was, as usual, on the msn messenger. She got a glimpse of the conversation:
Erica: I love you.
Serina_R: I love you too.
Erica: Hold on, theres some kid at my desk.
Serina: lol. kk.
Ms.Martin turned her swivel chair towards Bridgett. "May I help you?" She asked. "Um, yes. I have the assignment for the Chapter Summary 17 to turn in." Bridgett responded, handing Ms.Martin the assignment. Erica took the paper from the girl, and sat it on a large stack of papers, in front of her, on her desk. She turned back to her conversation. About fifteen minutes later, she stood up and told the class to switch with whoever was in front of their row; the first and last persons in their row are to switch, the middle two are to switch. You were supposed to put "Graded by" and your name on the paper.
After the class graded eachothers' papers (as they always did), Ms.Martin told everyone to pass the papers to the front, then those in the first seat of their rows were to pass the papers to their right, and the one at the top right corner would hand all of the papers to Ms.Martin. The clock striked 2:05 pm, and it was time to switch classes.
Detective Steven Roberts, and his partner, Detective Sharon Johanson were questioning the students about Ms.Martin. They stopped a boy outside the hall. "Hey, Kid!" Detective Roberts called to him. "Stranger danger!" he shouted back. "Jail time danger if you don't answer my questions." Steven said, holding up his badge. "Sweety, we have some questions about your teacher-Ms.Martin." Sharon said to the boy.
"Ms.Martin? What about her?"
"Just give us opinions on her personality that's all. If you end up late to class, I'll talk to your next teacher for you."
"Okay... Ms.Martin is... No one likes her. She's Immature-"
"How?" Steven cut her off.
"Well, I was handing her an assignment that I owed her after science, and when I handed to her, she started walking towards me and making these strange monkey sounds... I-It was creepy, and scared me. She also has a messed up since of humor. She's just about the only teacher in the freshmen year to give out lunch detentions still, and my friend and I were waiting to see if we owed anything to her, and she started comming towards us with the red slips of paper that say you have a lunch detention, and then she handed them to us-and it wasn't even our names! And this other time, my friend's sister handed in the last assigment she owed for her that was late, and she made her stay in for lunch detention anyway because it was late. Then this other time, a classmate of mine asked her for a copy of a late assigmnent so he could do it during his free time in the class before then, and she told him no-that he could make it up during lunch. He could've gotten it done in that class-it only took him about five minutes, but instead he had to spend his whole lunch hour in there for a five-minute assigmnet. The only reason it was late in the firstplace was because some one stole his paper, or she lost it."
They allowed the boy to go to his next class and asked another student about Ms.Martin.
"She's hypocritical. She doesn't do anything! She doesn't even grade our papers-she makes us do it half the time, and gets onto us when we're being lazy-when thats all she ever does. She just hands us the assignment, doesn't clearify it enough for us to get it down correctly, then we get in trouble when it's not done 'correctly'. She has high standards for some one so lazy."
The detectives let the boy go to class, and stopped a girl.
"Ms.Martin? Well... I write stories often, and I was really hoping that this year would help me learn better grammer and more punctuation and such, so that way I could edit my stories, but... We haven't learned anything. I mean, all we ever do is sit there and do reports on stupid stuff that aren't going to help us. Like this Parakeet assignment-that's more of a science thing-we're supposed to be in language arts in her class. She gives us these assignments that take a really long time, and we work really hard, but she doesn't do anything. She looses about half the assigmens we turn into her when they're late. Her room is so messy-it drives me insane to see a room so full of papers and posters that are all over the place and just scattered everywhere! She's not very proffesional. It's like she doesn't even want to be there. It's like she's not even trying."
After the detectives questioned the students, they talked about the information they gathered. "So all of the students think shes immature, lazy, messy, unproffesional, and hypocrtical." Sharon said, taking a sip of coffee. "Doesn't sound like they like her too much." "But most of those stories were because they had late assigments." Steven responded. "Mabey they did it as a way to rebell-because like that one little girl said-she was ready to learn, but Ms.Martin didn't want to teach."
Sharon read more of Elysia's diary... This particular entry looked like she was shaking-trembling. Afraid.
"March 13th, 2004.
Ms.Martin wanted to see me today after class... Sh-She wanted me to... Meet her at her house... I was always tought that it was the men that you needed to worry about... I-I was taught wrong..." there was pages of that diary entry missing, and what was there, you couldn't read. Drenched in more tears, and too shakey to make out.
Suspicion, Day Three
Erica: Hey. :)
Serina_R: We need to talk...
Erica: Yeah?
Serina_R: ... I heard that the police have been asking you questions.
Erica: How did you get a hold of that information?
Serina_R: They asked one of your students questions, and he/she must've told their sibling about it, and now that is the rumor going on around the class room. Are they?
Erica: ... Yeah. They think I have something to do with some kid who commited suicide.
Serina_R: ... It's the Elysia girl, isn't it?
Erica: ... Yeah.
Serina_R: What did you guys do?
Time went by, and Erica stopped answering her questions.
Serina_R: Erica, answer me. WHAT did you guys do!? Erica!
Serina_R: I knew it. I will NOT put up with this. I'm leaving you. Theres just NO way I'm going to be with a criminal. That is sick, and disgusting.
Ms.Ramstein printed out the conversation, and went to the police during her lunch hour... It was half a day...
Back at the Police Station
Sharon shared the diary entry with Detective Johanson. It was agreed for there to have been a rape kit taken on the body. They both read some more of the diary in the mean time...
"March 24th, 2004.
I feel so bruised... It hurts... Ms.Martin is only getting more and more rough... Mom keeps asking me where I go after school... She thinks I have a boyfriend... I don't know how much more of this I can take. My body aches from exhaustion, and I keep feeling this constant tingly feeling in my wrists... But I know that it's all in my head... I can't take much more of this. I'm actually starting to fail now, and... I... I was supposed to go to Harvard... They're not going to let me in Harvard if I have D's in all of my classes... Th-There's no point anymore... My friends are mad at me beacuse they think I'm blowing them off for my eliged new boyfriend. They won't even talk to me anymore... Mom keeps giving me these looks everytime I come home late... She can't trust me anymore... She thinks that I'm a bad kid... I... I didn't do anything wrong though... What have I done? Why?"
The tests came back positive. There was very much damage done. Lots of eternal bleeding, and scars.
The police rammed down Erica's apartment door and searched the place for her. "Sharon, Steven! Come look at this..." an officer called. The detectives found themselfes walking through ramen cups, pizza boxes, dirty dishes, and dirty laundry into Erica's room. Detective Johanson shrieked. All over the wall was a mess all to familar for the Detective... It was still always a shocker. The white walls, now stained with the blood and brains of a ninth grade language arts teacher...
In the eyes of death, we are all the same...
**Author's Note**
OKAY. This is short and choppy. It was actually an assignment; the assingment was to write about either a woman getting on a bus, but it was too full, and IF you chose this one, you were supposed to tell why she was getting on the bus, and what happened afterword. (Chosen) and if you didn't choose this one, you had to write an assignment on a boat full of people stranded on an island, time travel, and then something else. I can't remember. This was ike, late last quarter... Liiike, a day or a week before the end of school. XD
