Alexa sat at her desk, smiling at her students as they ran for the door as the last bell rang. Coats and backpacks flapped behind them as they streamed out. Billy stopped and shyly fumbled an apple from the depths of his pack, plopping it on Alexa’s desk before running after his classmates.
Sitting back in her chair, Alexa’s smile faded as she brought up her laptop and looked at the picture she had found earlier during her lunch.
“Hey, what’s up?” Abby, a fellow teacher poked her head in Alexa’s doorway, then came in when Alexa didn’t answer.
Alexa looked at her friend, then turned the computer around. Abby looked at the picture, then frowned at Alexa.
“That’s the old school that burned down. The property that it’s on backs up onto the park where the band plays in the gazebo,” Alexa explained.
“The one you got stuck at last week when the bus broke down? Okay, but who cares?”
“Look further down the screen, the picture of the boy.”
Abby shrugged her shoulders. “I see him, so what?”
“They think he set the fire, but couldn’t get out. He burned in the school.” Alexa looked at the picture, then took a deep breath. “I saw him last week at the gazebo, right before the bus came.”
Looking up, she saw Abby’s mouth gaping open. Abby shut it, shook her head, and asked, “could you say that again?”
“I saw him. I don’t know why, but he was there and he pointed at me, then the bus came and he disappeared.”
“So what does he want with you?” Abby asked.
“I don’t know,” Alexa said, loving her friend for her simple belief. “But I think I should find out.”
This is my third post of the Five Photo, Five Story challenge. Today I challenge Vanessa at Romance Done Write.