Idiotized Tuesday.Why doesn't life love me?Okay, we better find out how big the universe is, which is easier, and then we get to the difficult part.I snorted bitterly, tying my boots as if I hated them. I grimace when I cut off blood circulation to my foot. Gosh, I tied them up too much! I huff and puff and undo the knot without wanting to put it back together.With my tennis shoes ready, as well as my entire physical appearance, I leave the room and don't stress about hiding my sleepiness. I did not sleep at all. And neither did Monica because she never arrived.The first person I was able to run into in the hallways is Gus. I avoid him, he made a gesture of greeting me, but the truth is that I don't want to know about him. For a while.I find my box and I leave my things in it, I take the books that I will need in today's classes.Physical. Chemistry. Language. Sociology.The formula of happiness.Underline sarcasm."What a face."I almost fell from fright. Next to me, leaning on

And Monica is not in our suite again. I shake my head as if she were her mother. What is that girl up to?I sit on my bed familiarizing myself with the silence of my empty suite, the bracelet and keys still in my hands joined on my lap. I'm so confused. Brighella turned out to be Freck. Nothing to do with the FourShadows, maybe they're just innocents with a reputation as villains. But I couldn't rule them out, what I found in Grean's basement was something that needed to be studied.Going back to Freck, who knew? What a surprise, Eliécer's best friend turned out to be part of the secret that led Aly to the grave. Queer. Wild.All my hypotheses are falling one by one. None of them are even close to the truth. It was clear to me that there was a great truth that linked everyone with the same thread. Starting with Eliécer.Oh, the lying Eliecer. The only one who knows more than necessary, he knows who is responsible for Aly's murderer. But he'd bet he knows about the Zanni too.I visuall

I walked tired and hunched next to Abby, I couldn't even carry my body, we looked like zombies, we spent the night playing one (and by the way I did win Gus's ten dollars), we talked about irrelevant topics, Gus assured me that he would have his help to catch the Zanni. I don't want to mention them, not on my birthday, today is a problem-free day.Another reason why I couldn't sleep is that I couldn't stop thinking about Edrien's kiss. I spent the whole night touching my cheek and with a manic smile that was scary; according to Abby.I hear his yawn-groan.Poor thing, she didn't sleep either, but it's good that she kept the five dollars, which; I clarify; we achieve without traps or dirty tricks. She hasn't said the stupid thing about being in love with her again. Thank Mr. All I was missing was that she fell in love with one of her enemies.Mom wasted no time in calling me and making me swear that I would come home tonight, she has organized a family party, she warned me that if I mi

They all carry different expressions.Abby confused.Gus proud.And Jonathan thoughtful."I will explain…""Yes please." Abby pleads, interrupting me.“We will need two mannequins.”“What for, Rose.” Gus doubts.“We will rearrange the crime scenes. Aly’s and Zach’s.”“I understand,” Gus speaks, “we will visit them like them and we will see them at the entrance of the institute as they were found on the day of their deaths.”I smile at him."Exactly.""Smart boy." Abby spoils him.“Where will we find mannequins at this hour?”“I know where…” Jonathan responds to Gus, “My uncle's costume store. I have the keys, there are mannequins in the warehouse that we can borrow.”"Brilliant. Gus, you two go find the mannequins. Go and use your Ferrari for something good. And you, Jonathan, make sure no one follows them. Abby and I will find clothes to put on him. “Work quickly, we have little time.”By the time I finish speaking they are already walking through the doors."It is a good plan."“I h

Many people push me. I hate it.The music is bad. Hatred.The colorful lights blind me. I hate them.But if there's something I don't hate at this party, it's alcohol.A waiter walked past me with a tray full of cocktails. I followed him with a thirst to try them, I don't drink, I'm not addicted to drinking, but since my birthday party I got a taste for them. I know how to stop in time, consider me a girl who drinks moderately. She always responsible never drunk.“Eh-Eh,” Abby hisses, snatching the glass from me, “No alcohol tonight.”I growl, crossing my arms at her protective mom attitude.“I hate these kinds of parties.” I mutter heading to the bar, I sit down and entertain myself with the Bar tender's semi-marked abs. A beautiful view.“What do you hate specifically?”Oh, Abby. Everything... but above all...“These fake people with fake smiles and double intentions, you know appearances and social potions are what count here. If you don't have an influential last name you are nobo