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She was sitting in the final exam of her East Asian History and Culture class when the police came asking for her. There was only a single question left, so she scribbled in the answer and dropped the test on the professor’s desk before following them into the hall.
“You’re Marissa Giles?” one of them, a woman with a short French braid, asked.
“Yes, that’s me. Is something wrong?” Sure, I’m not perfect, she thought, but I haven’t done anything to warrant arrest. Have I?
“We have some bad news,” she said, in a calm and neutral voice that still boded the worst. “There’s been an accident.”
“An—an accident? Where?”
“This morning, on Route 97, just west of Crater Lake, there was an avalanche triggered by snowmelt,” she explained, as Marissa’s heart raced and her stomach sank. “We’ve just finished identifying the dead.”
“Oh…oh God…” she whispered. “My parents…” They had been driving back up from California that morning after a business trip.
The policewoman shook her head, looking very sombre. “I’m sorry, Miss Giles.”
“Th…thank you…for your sympathy…” Marissa murmured, too shocked to feel sad. Numb and distracted, she wandered on auto-pilot down to the bus stop and took the bus home.
She was sitting in the final exam of her East Asian History and Culture class when the police came asking for her. There was only a single question left, so she scribbled in the answer and dropped the test on the professor’s desk before following them into the hall.
“You’re Marissa Giles?” one of them, a woman with a short French braid, asked.
“Yes, that’s me. Is something wrong?” Sure, I’m not perfect, she thought, but I haven’t done anything to warrant arrest. Have I?
“We have some bad news,” she said, in a calm and neutral voice that still boded the worst. “There’s been an accident.”
“An—an accident? Where?”
“This morning, on Route 97, just west of Crater Lake, there was an avalanche triggered by snowmelt,” she explained, as Marissa’s heart raced and her stomach sank. “We’ve just finished identifying the dead.”
“Oh…oh God…” she whispered. “My parents…” They had been driving back up from California that morning after a business trip.
The policewoman shook her head, looking very sombre. “I’m sorry, Miss Giles.”
“Th…thank you…for your sympathy…” Marissa murmured, too shocked to feel sad. Numb and distracted, she wandered on auto-pilot down to the bus stop and took the bus home.
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Gonna turn this story into manga eventually. It'll be much longer. :V
Gonna turn this story into manga eventually. It'll be much longer. :V
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