Melissa hurried down the school corridoor, muttering the numbers on the doors under her breath as she went. At last she found what she had been looking for. Number 13. She stopped, breathing heavily, wondering why she couldn't hear the turning of pages on the other side of the slightly open door. Then she shrugged, pushed it open and looked around.
Amy was nowhere to be seen. Feeling slightly irritated, Melissa made her way through stacks of books to the door on the other side of the room.
"Can't she stay in one place for just five minutes?" she mumbled.
After all, she had said that she would meet her here. And now she hadn't turned up. She opened the second door and gazed around helplessly. What she saw next made her scream. Lying on the floor was Amy. Clearly dead.