The Conspiracy Theory of June 17

7.

Had I not been in class that day, I think I might have cried.

Okay, so maybe I'm just emotional about everything. (Yes, that was me, crying during Finding Dory). But still, you have no idea what powerful things she wrote in that letter. And the way she did so, it was honestly so overwhelming. Every time I read it (my super-fast reading meant I read it twice when Jada was only halfway), I was taken aback by how versatile it all was. The way she expressed how much she liked us (without being too sentimental – typical Ms K), the way she told us she believed in us, that we could do anything we set our minds to – it was amazing and sweet in a way that only Ms K could be.

Weirdly enough, the class stays silent for the rest of the lesson – an absolutely ridiculous notion to think of on a normal day. But of course, today is no normal day, and nothing in the past week has been normal. But of course, not everyone knows that.

Anyway, so equally shocked Ms K finishes the class by reminding us all about the class party again, which not only brings to light that we have to bring food but also the fact that she will be no more at this school from tomorrow. And, neither will be Mrs Mitzeegh.

Suddenly I feel really sad, and kind of scared. Are they heading towards danger? Will they be safe, wherever they go? The dream pops up in my brain, those haunting images of them in danger, but I quickly shake them away. Not the time. But in terms of school - what will class be like, with both of them gone? When Mrs Butch left, it wasn't all too bad because to be honest not many people liked her – but EVERYONE loves these two. What's going to happen? And...oh my god...we'll going to need new teachers...

"Adios, guys. See you all tomorrow. Bring food please if you're keen. And, no nuts."

So deep into my sudden realisation on the concept of new teachers, I almost don't notice Jada when she takes a wrong turn and leads me in the wrong direction.

"Jada, you're going the wrong way!" I exclaim, but instead of reacting like she usually would she's quiet. She beckons me to follow her with her hand. I silently follow behind, the all-too familiar feeling overtaking me, until we get to a corner of the hallway, where the students and teachers are just passing by, not noticing us at all.

Jada dumps her bag on the ground, unzips it and takes out the note Ms K gave us. She flicks to the back, smoothening it out, but right when she does she freezes.

"Hey guys," I look up to see Danica towering above us.

Looking up slowly, we both stare at her in shock, trying to pull ourselves together. I finally stand up, smooth my hair and say hi in the nicest voice possible, even though I want to bid her adieu right then and there. Jada pulls her bag up reluctantly.

"So..." She starts, rocking back and forth. "Are we going down?"

Jada looks at me and then back at Danica. "Yeah, yeah, of course. Just, um, lead the way!"

She looks at us weirdly. "Are you guys ok-"

"Fine! Of course we're fine!" Jada practically yells, a little too enthusiastically. I smile a bit awkwardly, and to prevent any further weird behaviour from Jada I start walking towards the staircase.

Danica looks a bit weirded out - I mean, I would be too, if I were her. Two of her classmates are hiding in the corner, taking out something from our bags, and when approached, look like deers caught in the spotlight – you're right, it is really weird, and one could think of many things to explain it. But the conspiracy? I don't think anyone, not even Danica, would you able to guess what we're going through.

The whole way to our lunch spot was the longest 15 minutes of my life. The whole time Danica was talking, and we were just nodding and smiling, smiling and nodding – but I could see in Jada's face that she was thinking hard about something serious. To say I was aching to find out what, would be a severe understatement.