A daring move

Ravine was at it again.

But this time, on her own accord. She had no company and Darla was out of the picture completely.

She began writing threatening notes for a week, building hate for the Johnsons as she stuffed Cassandra's locker with the notes.

On the Monday, Cassandra was petrified to read such hateful notes. Who possessed such venom in their hearts for the words to flow through their pen like that?

"Johnsons shouldn't have been made. They are cursed people." One letter read.

"Family of sinners, a family full of lies and greed." The next one had read.

Peter looks at the notes as well.

"I can't recognise the handwriting..." he thinks hard, nothing occurring to his memory. Cassandra tears the papers up, stuffing it into the dustbin as she comes back to her seat.

"I don't wanna think it could be Ravine. She doesn't stoop that low. But I'll ask the discipline head to watch over the corridors. Maybe we can find the culprit tomorrow." Cassandra says as the worrisome lad pats her sho