Undercover In An All Boys School [COMPLETED]✔

Sleep was a luxury I hadn't truly experienced in what felt like an eternity. My parents were away, in Italy, leaving me alone in a house that felt too big, too silent. I usually just floated through the days – wake, shower, school, home, eat, sleep. Productive, I know.

But this morning, it wasn't my internal clock that roused me. It was an insistent, annoying knock at the front door.

“Ugh, why don’t people wait until a reasonable time?” I mumbled, dragging myself out of bed. Last night’s party still clung to me like a bad hangover, a blur of noise and fleeting forgetfulness. The knocking persisted, a relentless assault on my peace, until I finally threw the door open.

“Can I help you?” I squinted at the figure on my porch, immediately trying to regain some semblance of composure. “Look, if you’re asking about last night, I’m not the person to look at.”

The police officer shook his head, his expression grim. “Are you Alice James?” His voice was blunt, cutting through the haze of my hangover.

My spine straightened. This couldn't be good. “Yes,” I replied, the single word hanging heavy in the morning air.

He handed me a piece of paper, a coroner’s report. “There’s been an accident.” My shaky hands took the document, and my eyes scanned the names, two names I knew all too well. My parents.