12/09/2026
HOW THE COPPER POSTED TO OUR SCHOOL SLEPT WITH EVERYONE IN MY CLASS… UNTIL I EXPOSED HIM 😱🔥
PART NINE — THE GIRL WHO WAS NEVER MISSING 😰💔
“Run!”
Copper's voice echoed through the darkness.
I grabbed Michael's hand.
Peter grabbed mine.
And we ran.
We didn't care where we were going.
We flew down the hostel staircase, through the corridor and straight toward the main school building.
Behind us, we heard footsteps.
Tap…
Tap…
Tap…
Someone was following us.
“Don't look back!” Michael shouted.
Peter was already crying.
“I'm not looking back! I value my life!” 😭
We reached the main gate.
Locked.
Michael pulled it.
Nothing.
Then suddenly—
CLICK.
The gate opened.
We ran outside.
Nobody stopped us.
Nobody followed.
At least…
that's what we thought.
We didn't stop until we reached the road.
I bent over, trying to catch my breath.
Michael looked back at the school.
“Something is seriously wrong.”
Peter shook his head.
“Something? Everything is wrong!”
I remembered the messages.
Sandra's uniform.
The photographs.
The voice.
Room 7.
Then I remembered one thing.
“Sandra.”
Michael looked at me.
“We need to find her.”
Peter nodded.
“Her house.”
We immediately headed to Sandra's house.
The entire journey, my mind was racing.
What if the voice really was hers?
What if the uniform meant she had been attacked?
What if Copper had done something to her?
When we finally reached her house, I ran straight to the door.
I knocked.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
A woman opened it.
It was Sandra's mother.
The moment she saw us, her face changed.
“Mercy?”
“Ma, where is Sandra?”
She looked confused.
“She's inside.”
I froze.
“Inside?”
“Yes.”
Michael stepped forward.
“She's here?”
Sandra's mother nodded.
“She has been sick for days.”
My mouth dropped open.
“Sick?”
She looked at us strangely.
“Yes. She hasn't been feeling well since she stopped coming to school.”
Peter's jaw fell open.
“Wait…”
He looked at Michael.
“So Sandra wasn't missing?”
Sandra's mother frowned.
“Missing?”
I couldn't speak.
She led us inside.
And there she was.
Sandra.
Lying on the bed.
Pale.
Weak.
But alive.
The moment she saw me, tears filled her eyes.
“Mercy…”
I rushed to her.
“Sandra!”
I hugged her carefully.
“You're alive!”
She stared at me.
“Why wouldn't I be?”
I pulled away.
“Because the school made us believe something had happened to you!”
Sandra looked confused.
“What school?”
I looked at Michael.
Then Peter.
Something wasn't adding up.
Sandra slowly sat up.
“I haven't been to school since I became sick.”
My heart started pounding.
“But we found your uniform in the old girls' hostel.”
Her face changed.
“What?”
“And your photograph was inside Room 7.”
Sandra stared at me.
“I have never been inside that hostel.”
Silence.
Peter whispered:
“Then who put all those things there?”
Nobody answered.
Sandra suddenly grabbed my hand.
“Mercy…”
Her voice became serious.
“Tell me everything.”
I told her.
The photographs.
The files.
The messages.
The voice.
Copper.
Zainab.
The principal.
Everything.
Sandra became visibly frightened.
Then she whispered:
“Copper.”
Michael leaned closer.
“What about him?”
Sandra looked toward the bedroom door.
“Did he ever tell you about the girls?”
“What girls?”
Sandra swallowed.
“The girls in our class.”
My heart sank.
“What about them?”
She looked at me.
“Mercy…”
Her voice trembled.
“Copper has been getting close to almost every girl in our class.”
Peter frowned.
“Close how?”
Sandra hesitated.
“He made them feel special.”
He gave some of them gifts.
He offered private counselling.
He told some of them their problems were confidential.
He gained their trust.
Then he crossed boundaries that a teacher should never cross.
Some girls became emotionally attached to him.
Others were afraid to speak.
And some…
Sandra's eyes filled with tears.
“…were manipulated into secret relationships with him.”
The room became silent.
Michael's fists tightened.
“How many?”
Sandra looked at us.
“Almost every girl he managed to get close to.”
I couldn't believe it.
“Even Zainab?”
Sandra nodded.
“Zainab knew more than anyone.”
Peter whispered:
“That's why she hated every girl around him.”
Sandra nodded.
“But Zainab wasn't the only one.”
“Who else?”
Sandra looked directly at me.
“The principal.”
My heart stopped.
“The principal knew?”
Sandra nodded slowly.
“He knew Copper was using his position to get close to students.”
Michael stood up.
“Then why didn't he stop him?”
Sandra's answer was terrifying.
“Because Copper wasn't doing it alone.”
Nobody spoke.
Then Sandra said:
“Zainab was helping him.”
I stared at her.
“Helping him?”
“She would find out which girls liked Copper. She would tell him who was vulnerable. And whenever someone threatened to expose him…”
Sandra stopped.
“Something happened.”
Peter's voice trembled.
“What kind of something?”
Sandra looked at me.
“They would make the girl look like a liar.”
My blood ran cold.
Then I remembered the photographs.
The files.
The messages.
The fake clues about Sandra.
I whispered:
“They were doing the same thing to me.”
Michael nodded.
“They wanted us to believe Sandra was dead.”
Sandra suddenly grabbed my arm.
“No.”
I looked at her.
“They didn't just want you to believe I was dead.”
She swallowed.
“They wanted you frightened enough to stop asking questions.”
Then—
BANG! BANG! BANG!
Someone knocked on the front door.
Everyone froze.
Sandra's mother looked toward the sitting room.
“Who could that be?”
Michael whispered:
“Don't open it.”
The knocking came again.
BANG! BANG!
Then a familiar voice spoke from outside.
“Mrs. Sandra?”
My blood froze.
It was the principal.
Sandra stared at me.
“Why is he here?”
Nobody answered.
Then another voice joined him.
A woman's voice.
Zainab.
“Ma, we came to check on Sandra.”
Peter whispered:
“They followed us.”
Michael slowly moved toward the curtain.
He looked outside.
Then immediately stepped backward.
“What?”
He whispered:
“They're not alone.”
I moved closer.
Through the tiny gap in the curtain, I saw a car parked across the street.
Copper was sitting inside.
Watching the house.
Not moving.
Not blinking.
Just watching.
Sandra began trembling.
“They know I'm alive.”
Then the principal knocked again.
This time, his voice sounded different.
Cold.
“Mercy, open the door.”
I stepped backward.
He knew I was inside.
Then Zainab spoke from outside.
“Mercy…”
She laughed softly.
“You really thought Sandra was dead?”
My blood ran cold.
She continued:
“That's the problem with you.”
A pause.
“You believe everything you see.”
Michael whispered:
“Don't answer.”
Then Copper's voice came from the car outside.
Even though he was far away…
we heard him clearly.
“The game isn't over, Mercy.”
Sandra started crying.
I looked at Michael.
Then Peter.
We finally understood.
The school wasn't trying to kill Sandra.
They were trying to make us believe she was already gone.
And if we had believed them…
we would never have discovered the truth about Copper.
But now we knew.
Copper had been using his position to manipulate girls in our class.
Zainab had helped him.
The principal had protected him.
And someone had been carefully covering everything up.
I looked through the curtain again.
Copper was still staring at the house.
Then he slowly raised his hand.
And pointed directly at me.
He smiled.
TO BE CONTINUED… 😱🔥
PART TEN — COPPER KNOWS WE KNOW 😨💔
😰 Why did the principal protect Copper?
👀 What exactly did Zainab do to the girls who tried to expose him?
🔥 How many girls had Copper manipulated?
💔 And now that Mercy, Michael, Peter and Sandra know the truth…
WHAT WILL COPPER DO TO SILENCE THEM?
PART TEN COMING UP… 😱🔥
