All Chapters of The Photo Collector : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

GEODIEPrejudice.It was not often spoken in this almost perfect institution. It was not often talked about. It was, honestly, an undefined word to us. And if Hamlet Creek University had its own dictionary, prejudice would surely be the only thing that cannot be found in it. But that didn’t mean we don’t have it in us. Just like Clarens’ case, Keiciara was transferred with no definite reason. Abrupt and unceremonious. That’s how I would describe their eviction from the Star Section, knowing that they both suffered from the same fate. But really, what were the rules that they violated? As I sat on the armchair next to the bow windows of the music room located at the second floor of the Star Sections’ Building, I shot my eyes like arrows off a crossbow to the third floor of the four-storey building parallel to where I was. The view was clear to me. I need no telescope only to see Keiciara’s face crum

TRAVIS We heard a shout. In the middle of our—their singing, we heard a powerful shout. It was clear to me whose voice was that. I wanted to panic and quickly dash out of the music room to check for it. But I didn’t know how to panic. Panic wasn’t my word. As the strumming of guitars and the piano dynamics ceased to play, I remained on my seat to observe a little longer. The humming of different voices were silenced, and the sound of pounding heartbeats replaced the melody in the air. The Black Chain moved out of the drum set. The Star Harmony stood away from the speakers. The twins moved to each other—both were confused. Yuri, Rabiya, Cylvia, and the rest near the windows rendezvoused on the center of the carpet. Instead of looking for the origin of the scream, they feared the scream. A minute after that strong holler was delivered to us by the brush of wind, I was left as the only one sit

The line disconnected. The police officer went back inside the car and started to drove away. The sound of his engine as he exited his parking spot distracted the tranquil night, waking our senses to make us realize that what we did was nothing but a mere act of buying time. We’re not done yet. In fact, we never started anything yet. As Philip withdrew his phone back inside his pants’ pocket, he made a one big gulp. I felt his Adam’s apple burned. His entire neck burned. He languidly crept his fingers onto my hands, making a throttled sound that could have meant something like a cry for help. “I—I can’t breathe,” he said chokingly as he patted my hands.  I trudged a few steps backward, pulling him closer to me. My chest against his back. My chin touching his neck. I loosened the squeezing of my hands on his throat, and while feeling the heat of his intense inhalation, I ran off at the mouth. &ldqu

In a span of exactly twelve seconds, everyone managed to get out of the music room. Vhynz, Benedict, and Andrei began scraping the splatters on the door, while the girls were dashing to the end of the right hall with their phones’ torches on, together with Jieve and Chuck who were wearing layers of leather bags on their back. It had been the busiest minutes for all of us. Every step counted. Every second mattered. If it was really true that we only had fifteen to twenty minutes left to clear the crime scene, then our chances of making it on time would be not more than fifty percent. We already spent approximately five minutes for Travis’ orientation, and all we had left were at least twelve minutes of time, and a handful of prayers that hopefully—just hopefully—God would hear. Yuri and I separated from the rest of the group as we ran the opposite track on the left. The gym was the first room before the elevator, and it is where I was headin

PHILIP “Hello, Dad? Sorry I hung up. Could you please come here for a sec?” I said, as per Yuri’s advice. After whispering my request through the speaker, a slamming of the car door was then followed by the sound of lifted paper bags as I placed the phone back to my ear. “I’m on my way.” “Okay.” I sighed. I looked at Yuri, and then at Ashley, and then at the rest of the guys lining across the lockers—divided themselves into six with three on each side—leaving an opening between them to allow Geodie, Samantha, Cylvia, and Vhynz to pass through. I reopened the text message I received from Rabiya’s number and tried to look at it once more. “WE WILL BE SAFE. JUST LIE.”A part of me said I understand it, but a part of me was confused. What could this text message really mean?