Side Story - Corey's timeline

๐‘ต๐’๐’“๐’•๐’‰ ๐‘ฉ๐’–๐’Š๐’๐’…๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ. ๐‘ด๐’‚๐’๐’† ๐‘ฉ๐’†๐’…๐’“๐’๐’๐’Ž๐’”, ๐’”๐’†๐’„๐’๐’๐’… ๐’‡๐’๐’๐’๐’“ (๐Ÿ’:๐Ÿ๐Ÿ ๐’‘.๐’Ž.)

-We need the notebook-Says Dorcan with a dull expression while looking at the bedroom wall.

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Amadeus takes his eyes off the school newspaper, which was a combination of official announcements and gossips about the academy, to see his roommate, who was smoking under the open window frame. To his left behind him were the maps they had collected that night in the library while most of the students were at the senior party in the woods. Some of them were on the wall interconnected with red threads and nails at certain points in the town of which Louis, Amadeus, and Dorcan discovered that there was a connection.
Despite not having the help of Viola's friend, who had written a lot of information in her notebook that night, the boys had managed quite well through school gossip and interviews with townspeople who had been fired from the academy to match some clues.
On the maps, there were different symbols that they could not decipher, not only because of the old paper but because those were crossed out with great emphasis to the point that it was illegible. Even so, the group conclusion was that itโ€™s possible to get to the place by walking out of town in 15-30 minutes towards some hills that are on the east side of the academy.
However, when the group of three arrived there was absolutely nothing else than land on a flat plain with an intense smell of ashes, and according to Louis, he affirmed that something around smelled exactly as the morgue where his father worked which didnโ€™t give them good vibes out of it. The next issue was one of the most modern detailed maps that guided them directly to an old bookstore that was just around the corner from the town's main church, almost opposite the cemetery. Upon entering the store that was mainly lit with oil candles hanging in the corners, the only librarian was a deaf old man with a distasteful appearance reeking out the odor of alcohol making them feel uneasy about what they could get. Despite those two points, the place was surprisingly clean, and there were more customers than they thought. So to start a little conversation with the old man, the resolution was to buy some literature editions, but when they arrived at the cash register, the man furrowed his eyebrows more than before and pointed the exit while shaking his head. Even if they at least insisted on paying for the chosen books, the old man was more interested in kicking them out.

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-More than half of our information is about things out of Hearthstone.- the smoke in his lips danced in peace with his words while getting up.- In the end, itโ€™s like we found the corner pieces of a puzzle instead of the main one.- Dorcan crossed the room and took his jacket to go out.
-With your sister again?- Asked Amadeus doing the same thing as his friend.
-No, letโ€™s go to get Louis first.- His shoes stomped abruptly in the staircase showing his frustration.
-This is his last day with detention?- Amadeus realized that the ashes of his cigarette left a trace in the stairs to which he shakes his head.
-I hope soโ€ฆ-Dorcan sighs with not so much confidence and open the door to head to the Academy.

๐‘ฏ๐’†๐’‚๐’“๐’•๐’‰๐’”๐’•๐’๐’๐’† ๐‘จ๐’„๐’‚๐’…๐’†๐’Ž๐’š. ๐‘ณ๐’Š๐’•๐’†๐’“๐’‚๐’•๐’–๐’“๐’† ๐‘ช๐’๐’‚๐’”๐’”๐’“๐’๐’๐’Ž (๐Ÿ’:๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ“ ๐’‘.๐’Ž.)

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While on the blackboard in detention it said: "Write an excerpt and interpretation of John Knowles' recent work A Separate Peaceโ€ as an extra task, Louis Andreupont's notebook was a spiral of combined sentences in French and English describing the thousand and one reasons why he should steal his father's hearse and flee out of Catachan right now. What had started out as what he thought was a way to kill the boredom of being in a prestigious academy full of wealthy brats where the most important thing for him was not to be trampled on for being at the bottom of the latter, was slowly turning into the discovery of a highly complicated and probably deadly complot.

In his mind, he couldnโ€™t shake the feeling of the place in the easterly side of Hearthstone where everything was ominous and suspicious. He even ironically though โ€œIโ€™ve never thought the morgue could feel better than any other placeโ€ and his reason was a few miles away from where he was sitting. Sighing, he begins to look up at the ceiling to lighten the heaviness to just surprise himself with the face of Miss Crustflower above.

-I guess your detention tasks will become your new homework Mr. Andreupont.- Declared the woman with the most peaceful yet sarcastic of smiles in all the school.
-Hah..yes.- His eyes desperately screamed help, avoiding her gaze.
-May I ask a favor then?- She gives him a batch of papers along with two thick books.- Mr. Austen needs this in the sculpture classroom.- She approaches Louis face again to remark with a smile.- Now.

With the adrenaline of the chill sensation in his being, Louis gets up and rushes to get out of the room to avoid more threats.

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Already almost halfway with a hasty step the blond in question is lost again in his thoughts about leaving school. However, existed some obstacles like his only relative -His father- that it's the second and the first and most problematic was...
-Oh shit! - His brain can't process that he had hit something until the next thing he feels is how the batch he was supposed to dispatch was fleeing to the ground and one of the ridiculously heavy books lashing the toe of his foot.
-Ok, that was easy- Says Amadeus indifferently while crunching to grab the book on the floor.
-How was detention?- Ask Dorcan while offering him a hand to get up.- Hurry up, we have to get somewhere before the curfew.
After hearing that last sentence, Louis paled when reasoning what those words meant. They had not given up even on the subject of the maps, what is more, they seemed even more motivated to know that they lacked clues. A feeling that Louis was unable to empathize with but they still insisted on drag him along. Yes, the first obstacle in his plans to leave was the two bastards that were in front of him.
-Give me a brakeโ€ฆ-He grabs the hand of his friend but sighs to the look of the papers.-Where do you plan on going?
- WE are going to find Violaโ€™s friend. Now - Amadeus state after finishing to arrange the batch of papers that flew far away from them.
-What?- Louis frowns after hearing them.- Ok, let me understand.- His gaze goes directly to Dorcan because he knew nobody could get to a more obvious conclusion than him.- You want us, to find one single petit blonde-platinum girl with green eyes in a school full of international well off students before the curfew without any other information right now?! Why havenโ€™t you told your sister to do that for us in the first place?!-His accent slips trough the words due to the exasperation.
-First of all, I have asked Viola several times and I got to the conclusion where she wonโ€™t say a thing. Itโ€™s a waste of time at this point.-Louis can catch a glimpse of a bittersweet smile from Dorcan until his hands rummage through both pockets to reveal a piece of paper.- And we have plenty of information about her friend without the name.
Louis grabs the crumpled piece of paper to see a messy but meticulous list to scare himself about the content.
โ€œScottish platinum-blonde of an average of 1.60 to 1.63 centimeters, green eyes, no bangs but the wavy hair at shoulder heigh. Has a heavy Gaelic accent, meaning that this is her first time getting out of her home to another country and uses broken English at writing with her right hand that has an old gold plated technos antimagnetic clock in the wrist. Probably fond of sculpture or gardening because of the traces of molding under her nails โ€ฆโ€

An the list goes on and on.

-Sometimes Iโ€™m glad that we are friendsโ€ฆ
-The feeling is mutual.- Dorcan smirks while taking back his list.- Also, we have what you said the next day, remember?
-I wouldnโ€™t relly on that.- Amadeus now, with the complete batch that was on the floor in his left hand.- Do you also remember that this guy was drunk and jumped out of a godamn window?- His gaze becomes sharp to look at Louis, remembering the panic of that night thanks to him.
-I was panicking, okay?-A deep sigh escape from him.- But I also agree with Deus, dude. I just saw her face for a split of a second and it was dark.- Louis retook the bunch of papers again to star walking to finish his previous commission.

Amadeus grabs the list and starts to read out loud. He stops for a moment to see Dorcan in dismay.- Dorcan what does the last sentence means?
-Itโ€™s a rough copy of her handwriting. Just in case.- Confess indifferently while his friend's face friend showed concern.
-I donโ€™t know whether feel marveled or fear at this.-Says Amadeus seriously thinking that they will need to talk back to their flat. -But thanks to your OCD, we can make an excuse to see her notes, I guess.
Dorcan turns before rolling his eyes to refute Amadeus and that makes both stand in the middle of the hall until they realize that they lost Louis again.

-We should seriously think to get a leash for him.-Growls Dorcan, between his teeth.
Both start running after him, but Louis had a great advantage despite the amount of paperwork he was trying to protect. Fortunately, he wasnโ€™t that far away as they thought. He was just around the corner of the hall, near one of the boards where school announcements and club propaganda hung, along with front pages of the school newspaper if necessary. The odd thing was the reason for what he stationed there in the first place.
Along with him, talking sympathetically there was a girl in the uniform of the first income. A platinum blonde with a dark green briefcase badly closed and worn next to her.
They sighed in relief that to find his friend quickly than they thought, but that sentiment didn't last long because his friend's face was showing total confusion.

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Louis in a state of panic was now analyzing the thousand and one reasons why the situation he was in made any sense. A shy and scared look. Freckles. Thin and delicate complexion. Briefcase on the right side of her body. No watch, with a bang, no dirty nails, and no heavy accent as Dorcan wrote on his list. But in his case, the face resembled pretty much the stern and cold-blooded girl that was with them that night; Still, he reminds himself that he was drunk and in panic just like now. Making things more complicated in his head than it was before.
He feels how Dorcan and Amadeus reach to them but stop a few steps away.
-Am..No offense but, do I know you?- Ask again the girl, tilting her head with a little smile to give an even more sympathetic feeling. She discovered his nervousness.
-Ah, well. You know.- Louis stutter trying to come up with something, and all that equation in his head gave the next result.- By any chance, do you have a sister?
-Am, I fear not.- A giggle escapes from her lips and she covers her mouth.- Why?
-Oh well, nothing it's just that maybe I mistook you with someone...else.- His suspicions began to diminish little by little as he felt more comfortable talking to her. It was a completely different feeling than with Violaโ€™s friend. This girl is cute and lovely- Can I ask for your name? Itโ€™s weird to call you by โ€œyouโ€.
-Asking for a name before giving yours?- Her previous smile becomes more like a smirk for trying to tease him.- Well, thatโ€™s rude.
-Oh right! yes, yes sorry.- A peal of awkward laughter fills the hall making him feel even more embarrased.- My name isโ€ฆ
-Louis!-Screamed Amadeus behind him in a rush.- Hurry up man, we donโ€™t have time for your flirting now!- He grabs one of the books and pushes him aggressively to start walking, but since the blonde girl was close to them, they bumped each other, making her stagger and then dropped her briefcase, causing most of her things to spill onto the floor.
-What are you doing?! - Louis looks at the girl with regret as Amadeus kept pushing him to run with the pile of things.
-We are truly sorry, but we have an urgent matter.- Amadeus says, already at a considerable distance.
The last thing the girl heard from them was a very long "sorry" that she assumed was from that "Louis" guy.

Now, without getting angry in the least since her personality didnโ€™t give her for that luxury actually, she started to grab her stuff.
-Do you need help?- Ask Dorcan with a warm -fake- smile.

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Something the girl realized the moment she raised her head. But before she could reject the help, the guy was already bending his knees to grab one of the fountain pen tip cases that were a little far away.
-Let me apologize in their name. They are not bad people, itโ€™s just that sometimes they can be quite.- He hands her the case while looking directly into her eyes.- Intense.
-I seeโ€ฆ-She whispers this sentence with a certain precaution to then smile more openly to not cause a more weird atmosphere.- I wonโ€™t hold a big grudge then.
-Oh, so you are the type to held gruges.- Dorcan widens his smile to answer it.- The boy who was with you, Louis. He saw you from afar and thought you were charming, so we encouraged him to ask for your name. Sorry if the idea bothered you.
-Not at all! - The girl somewhat embarrassed but still with a nice aura shakes her hands enthusiastically.- He seemed like a nice person, although, that explains why he was so nervous while talking. I thought I had offended him without realizing it.
-Then what about dating him?
-Eh?-A small parchment slips from her hands in surprise to roll to his shoes.- Ah! Sorryโ€ฆ
-Hahaha, donโ€™t sweat it. It was a joke.- He laughs to make her feel at ease.- Kind ofโ€ฆ-He sees that part of the parchment had some traces of graffito and was a little rough because of the use.- Are you in the art club?
-Oh no, that is for an assignment. Itโ€™s an architectural draft for Mr. Austen's class next week.
-Can Iโ€ฆ?- Makes a signal to take a look and the girl accepts.

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When open, he encounters something that a beginner could hardly have created. What he had in his hands was only a draft in the lack of cleanliness of the paper perhaps, but the details were impeccable. The dome, the angle, the inside-out perspective had made Dorcan, who was totally focused on getting information out of the girl after having Amadeus purposely run with Louis to throw away her things and do the whole scene so she couldn't completely reject his good attention before, relax for a few moments to appreciate what he had in front of him.
-Splendidaโ€ฆ-Whispers without thinking.
-Really?-Says the girl, waking him up of his reverie.- I think is still a bit tacky, to be honest.
-Iโ€™m not an expert but I can really see how much effort you had put on this.- His eyes now less sharp and without a smile but more sincere expression finally gives the blonde a true ease sensation from him.- You really have a talent for thisโ€ฆyou?-He stops at the reality that he hasnโ€™t found her name yet.
-Corey Eyston. - She extends her left hand to shake his.- May I have the pleasure to know the name of a fellow building appreciator?
-Dorcan Caiazzo, but Iโ€™m not a building appreciator. -He says a little sorry, as he takes the girl's hand to then both stand-up.- Still, I can appreciate an amazing piece if I have it in front of me.
-Now you are just babbling.- Corey laughs to then close the briefcase more tightly.- You donโ€™t plan in stole it, right?
-Maybe yes, maybe not.- Jokes while looking more at it until he finds some notes on the corner of the paper.

Two different handwriting.

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And one of them was the same he saw in the diary.

-Everything okay?-Ask Corey in shyness.
showing Dorcan that he had dropped his guard in his expression to immediately put his mask back on.
-Yes, it just bites me that.- His fake smile appears again to look her entire being in the search of some reaction.- Did you do this all alone?
Corey's reaction immediately chills his blood when he sees the discomfort caused by the question. His mind starts working at a thousand per hour instantly. if Corey was the person they were looking for but she must appear to be a good person here it would make a lot of sense considering that the first time his sister told him about her friend it was because she had escaped from the school for misconduct. This place made you as hypocritical as possible with your emotions to survive among students and teachers. Luckily, he already had previous training at his house - specifically for his mother - on that type of life and the same could be for her and that could explain the ridiculous similarities in appearance, but then, why are there two handwritings?, In addition, she had greeted him with her left hand and Viola's friend is right-handed. He could manage to detect a slight Scottish accent but her level of English was almost perfect, to add more the notes that had flown a few seconds ago looked disordered, unlike the writing style of the other one. Will they know each other? maybe they live together because they are from the same country? will she know about Viola and them? Will it have something to do with why she couldnโ€™t contact them?

-Not really.- Finally confesses.- It is supposed to be a group task but my teamโ€ฆ-She looks to the ground.- Didnโ€™t really want to do a good work honestly, so, itโ€™s mostly my work, thatโ€™s why there is a lot of messy notes.- She points out a sentence, revealing which one of those was her.
-Then this one?- Dorcan points to another handwriting.
-You can say that itโ€™s from my flatmate.- She says confidently, showing complete innocense.-She helped me with the general design along with the heigh conversion andโ€ฆ
-Can you tell me the name of your friend?- The interruption caught Corey out of guard, making her look him directly in the eye.-Please?

Dorcan eyes did not ask but rather demanded the information. A long pause falls on them along with a tension that was palpable and that provoked that Corey once again felt intimidated, looking inside her head for an answer without getting one. She felt unable to ask the reason for his question, creating even more fear in her being which in turn was causing massive and unmistakable panic. But Dorcan, undeterred by the blonde's reaction, simply saw her with more intensity to create more pressure than necessary.
So then, noticing how her head was starting to ache with fear indicating that it was probably going to trigger an emergency switch, she stepped back slowly, then bypassed Dorcan's coordination and escaped him in the direction they had previously come from.

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Later, on the way back to the literature classroom in the other building. The gang of three guys stepped inside the empty room to grab Louisโ€™s stuff before going home. Now, after hearing what happened between Dorcan and Corey, the other two felt that it wasnโ€™t a good idea to search for Violaโ€™s friend for the rest of the day, that it was better to take precautions if by any chance that girl had ever involved more people in this than they thought or on the contrary, maybe she was avoiding them to protect more people in the first place, after all, the answers and places that the maps gave create the general idea that the stage had more actors behind the scenes.
-You usually donโ€™t lose your cool like that.- Says Amadeus while looking at Dorcan.- Are you disappointed?- But his friend kept silent.
Dorcan looked at the window and remembered the parchment and the face she made when he relaxed in front of her. She knew he was analyzing her, in every move and expression, letter, and word pronounced, and yet she didnโ€™t avoid him or fake any emotions. She was honest even when she ran away. He didnโ€™t felt disappointed that Corey wasnโ€™t the girl they were searching, he felt relief, and that made him feel uneasy of the idea that those two could have a relation. He didnโ€™t like that Viola lied to him about her, almost as if that girl was forcing her, also, Corey is an amazing and kind person but was close enough to that girl to help each other and still escape horrified from the idea of giving the name.
-Guys?-Louis cracked voice asked from the other side of the room, catching the attention of both of his friends.- You have to see this.- He said while approaching them with the notebook he was using before.
Both got close to him to then gasp at the content put on the pages.
Under the amount of โ€œLouisโ€™s plansโ€ to scape the city was a road map of the city from an aerial perspective having the male dorms as the start point, going trough Hearthstone, the obelisk, church, the old library in front of the cemetery, the Atelier were Viola work to then finish in the middle of the woods in a specific point. In the pond filled with cattails near and old thick oat on the eastern side of the Academy.
-Thereโ€™s an hour on the side in each place- Amadeus points out that Heartstone had โ€œ9:55 a.m.โ€ wrote and then the church and the atelier had โ€œ5:15 p.m.โ€.
-Itโ€™s her. This is her handwriting.- Whispers Dorcan with his hand covering the mouth.
-Does this mean she wants us to go to these places then?- Ask Louis with hope in his voice, thinking that they shouldnโ€™t worry more about searching for her.
-Why now?- Asks Dorcan in a dismayed tone.- When did she knew about those places? If by any means she knew we were looking for her but she gave us this clue the moment we started to ask about her outside our circle then that means...
-She was watching us all the time.-Interrupt Amadeus making them feel a goosebump in unison.

"This is not a clue, it's a warning".

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Songs to hear while reading this article:

  • Dance Macabre in G Minor, Op. 40 interpreted by Keith Clark, Slovak Radio Symphony Orquesta. (Camille Saint-Saรซns)
  • Me and the Devil by Soap&Skin

It's probably not the best of my works, but still, I wanted to show the other side of Corey's Story since Dorcan and Viola are important for her development.
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