Butterfly Mystery - Chapter 9

It was the middle of October. The brown leaves had already fallen to the ground and the younger students spent their time making, with the leaves, that characteristic sound of autumn.
Martha was now in the schoolyard watching the seventh-grade playing. She had felt already she needed winter clothes, so she was wearing them. While rubbing her hands to warm them, she saw who she wanted to see. Mandy was heading for her.
Mandy didn’t say anything, though. Martha understood, she knew her sister like no one else. But Mandy, who was regarded as cool, was normally calm and quiet. However, today, she seemed agitated, something serious was bothering her: the nails she was biting, she had never had that behaviour.
Martha stayed quiet. Mandy had to tell her problems without asking for it. But she didn’t have to wait much more.
“This school is consumed by something evil. There is something strange. Some people are just too selfish to understand what is really going on. And the director won’t do anything…”
“Maybe he just doesn’t feel anything…”
“He’s not human, you say…”
Martha was embarrassed.
“Anyway, there are some mysteries behind this prestigious school.”
“Tu es doué pour sentir les choses…”
“Et tu es doué pour les découvrir…”
“Ok, sis, I’ll keep my eyes open. Take care, ok?”
Mandy smiled and raised her wrist to her. Martha raised it too and vanished inside the building.
“Oh, the brown leaves…” Mandy whispered.

Another class, Monday morning.
Martha was entering the classroom. The bell hadn’t rang it, it lasted ten minutes. But the students weren’t sharing a good ambiance.
In the middle of the room, everyone was yelling at each other. Discord was winning. As fast as she could, Martha grabbed the teacher’s reed and hit it in the board provoking a loud sound. Every student turned at her.
“Can you explain what the hell is going around here?”
Some were sorry, others seemed indignant with Martha’s intervention. But one was with a provocative smile.
“Wanna compete against me?”
Jessica, the stylish of class, blond hair and green eyes, and the most beautiful girl they had there was challenging Martha.
“What’s the competition about?”
“Class delegate.”
Martha gasped. No time for that. No, not since the talk with her sister.
“Who are the other participants?”
“Oh, just Greg, that dead fly…”
‘Greg?’
Greg, a little sized boy, using glasses, just like Martha, was reading a huge book in one side of the class. Martha never thought of him as one candidate but what choice did she had?
“Hey, Greg!”
He pretended he hadn’t heard a thing, surprisingly blushing. But after so much calling, he decided to give her attention.
“You wanna win the elections, right?” she asked.
“I’ve got no chance…”
She slapped him.
“You gotta believe in yourself! That is the only way to succeed. I’ve been observing you for a while…” he blushed again “And I know you have the capacities to win this thing. I support you, and I’ll convince other people that you are the best choice for our delegate. How about now? Still wanna give up?”
He stayed stunned at her. There was still hope, after all.
“Ok, missy, lets do this.”
Right in time. The teacher had just passed trough the door.
Each candidate had right to one speech. Jessica was first.
Martha had never being bored that way. Jessica was continuously checking her paper: she wasn’t speaking, she was reading. By the end of the paper, everyone clapped and cheered, the torture was over.
Greg’s turn. However, he didn’t seem wanting to speak. He then turned at her. She was smiling and raising her wrist at him. He smiled, not bothering with what the people around him could think. She was supporting him. That was enough.
Without any paper, he made his speech. The crowd’s heart was taken and caressed by him; the purity of words he had chosen was refreshing.
“…let’s not say what I should do but what we all can do. We can even change the world…”
‘That is true… I’ll find the mystery behind these walls…’
The crowd clapped with emotion. No need to say who won, that is obvious. Jessica was angered, the glassed one had won.
Greg spent the rest of the day following Martha and thanking her. In a way, it was funny, in other, it was a completely nuisance. They were now in front of Martha’s locker.
”What can I do in exchange?!!” he asked almost crying.
“For starting, you can-”
She was interrupted by a letter coming from inside the locker. Who was it from?

Next Chapter:
Mysterious letter leads to God, but who send it?

Author’s Note:
Hurray! Holidays!!! Feel Freeeeeeeeeeee!!!
Here it is, another Butterfly Mystery chapter. About the big mystery, it will only appear after the characters are all presented, and we need to know another one better. But I promise you, you will like when the real action comes. Comment!! I beg you!!!