THE FLO!

Bag. 3

I stared at the large school building in front of me. From today on, I'm official, back, high school boy. This school is not as big as my school in New York, but somehow this school looks more beautiful. I exhaled my breath long. Papa who upon hearing my plan said that I was the craziest kid he had ever met. But this is the only way. I can't find any evidence to corroborate Freya's death. I know that Freya can't kill herself. My sister loved her life very much. There must be something that drives him, a case of bullying that befalls him for example. My attention was shifted when the phone was nailed my skirt rang. My father's name appeared on the screen.

"Have you arrived?" ask Papa gently.

"Udah, Dad. Here again look at the school which is still a tomb," replied my origin. This school is still very quiet. Naturally, I got to school when the clock showed at six in the morning, probably less. Even the security guard in front was confused when he saw me.

"Papa said you left with Papa" said my father who made me grin widely.

"If I go with Papa, it means my disguise is exposed, dong?" ask me with jokes. "Flo is fine. Anyway Papa should keep this a secret from Mama."

"What about your job? Is there no obstacle?"

"I can still split my time, Pa. Anyway Papa should tell Mama that Flo works at Flo branch office in Jakarta. Flo'll be home in time."

"Alright, Papa understands."

I hung up my phone and put it back in my skirt pocket. I did tell my father about this behavior plan. I said that I wanted to find out who the father of the baby Freya conceived, without mentioning the bullying case that befell my sister.

At first my father disagreed and he was angry with me. I don't understand why he was angry, but he said that he didn't want to lose his last daughter if I got into High School that touched me. But I don't want to back down from this plan. I insisted and my father finally agreed. Although on condition that I can't tell this plan to Mama.

With Braxton's help, I gained a new identity. Not as Florentia Abdi Kusuma but as Florence Ferdinand. Braxton deliberately made me one of his family members to prevent unwanted things from happening. In less than two weeks, Braxton sent me all the documents I needed.

It wasn't just Braxton who helped me but my father's lawyer. He initially rejected my plan, as it was deception and unlawful, but I gave the most rational reason for him to finally agree. The police couldn't help finding out who the father of Freya's baby was because they definitely needed DNA tests from all those high school students and I knew that Mr. James loved Freya so much that he did it'll definitely help me. In the end, James helped me. He's the one who got me into this High School.

As long as I wait to get into this school, I change my appearance. I cut my long hair short to a shoulder. I also deliberately used glasses, which I usually take off, so that people I know do not recognize me. Not only that, I also use makeup products to make me look younger, even though it's not much I need because my father said when I used this High School uniform I looked like an ordinary High School boy.

I rented an apartment not far from Insani High School, the name of the school, to support my disguise. I couldn't have gone to school from my house because my mother didn't know about my disguise. He thought I was working at my company's branch in Jakarta. So every morning I go from my house to my apartment, change my clothes there, and go back to school under my cover.

It sounds exhausting indeed, but I feel it's worth fighting for because I want to find out my sister's death. I had to get used to taking public transport because my car was deliberately living in my apartment. I also have to get used to the call of Florence Ferdinand, a name that is not mine. Not only that, as much as possible I have to find out about the data of the students of this school. And for that, I was forced to use my ability to do so, which was possible that if caught, I would be reported to the police. But I don't have to be afraid. I'm used to erasing every trace I leave behind. And if I wanted to be cruel, I could have just made someone else a scapegoat.

I walked towards the roof where Freya jumped. Looking down, I put my hand in my jacket pocket. I closed my eyes and prayed that God would help me during my time at school. My body gasped as a hand violently pulled on my shoulder.

"Don't be stupid! There are many who love you!" yelled the man.

I scrunched my forehead in confusion. What is this guy talking about?

"Love your life, son. Think of the people you'll leave behind" continued the man, who made me even more confused by what he said.

"I'm sorry, but what are you talking about?" I asked while looking at him confusedly.

The man looked at me in confusion. "You.. instead of committing suicide?"

I looked at the man and subconsciously I laughed at his strange prejudices. I cleared my throat to stop my laughter. "Relax, I still love my life."

The man breathed a sigh of relief. He looked at me from top to bottom. It looked like he was looking at a stranger. "Sorry, but who are you? How come I never saw you? What class are you in?"

I lifted both my shoulders. "I don't know what class I'm in and I'm looking for a teacher's office."

"Oh, if the teacher's office is on the second floor. Through the stairs in the middle and you will meet immediately."

I nodded while saying thank you. I left the man and followed the man's direction. I don't know and I'm not interested in finding out who that guy is. First of all, I have to find out about the girl that was in the video yesterday. Maybe from her, I can find out who the father of the baby is and who knows I can find out why Freya committed suicide. I went down the stairs and realized that this school had started to be crowded by students who had arrived.

I knocked on the teacher's door. A potbellied and rather short-bellied man saw my arrival and smiled. He stretched out his hand to shake hands with me.

"You're Florence Ferdinand?" ask him kindly while opening the laptop in front of him. I nodded slowly.

"Transcript of your value above average. Not only that, the letter of recommendation issued by your school also wrote that you are an extraordinary student. Especially when the entrance exam yesterday, your grades are also good." he praised many times.

I can only smile while trying to hold back the laughter. It looks like Braxton's job is amazing. The proof is that people can be fooled by those documents.

The advantage of this school is that they use advanced computer systems for the teaching-learning process. They even have their own school programs so that students do not need to use books to do their assignments. Not only that, they have chat rooms per subject and per class to discuss their lessons. And there's profit for me. I just need to get some viruses into the school computer and, blas! this school system belongs to me. All I had to do was find a computer that was directly connected to the main system of this school.

I walked up to the teacher's distended stomach when the bell rang. I entered the classroom which sounded very noisy from outside. But as soon as the potbellied teacher entered, the classroom was instantly quiet. The teacher invited me to come in.

"You have new friends. Come on, Florence, introduce yourself" he said.

I'm nodding. "My name is Florence Ferdinand" I said. There was a loud 'Wow' sound coming from behind.

"Hey! Oye! Relax!" said the distended teacher. "She just returned to Indonesia and you have to help her. Understood?"

"Good, Sir!" answer the students simultaneously.

"There have also been people willing to enter this school since Freya committed suicide" whispered one woman who left me even more confused. But my attention was distracted when the teacher pointed to the bench where I was sitting.

I sat at the very end of the bench near the entrance. I have no friends because the bench here is not side by side like I was Junior High. Every bench has distance. The trunk alone is not an ordinary wooden bench but a bench with soft foam. Although it is not as gentle as my work bench, at least I will feel comfortable sitting on it for a few hours until I get home.

Lesson beginning. Turns out I just found out that the bloated guy was a chemistry teacher. Fortunately for almost three weeks, I tried to repeat every school lesson so I wouldn't be as loud as I thought. Some of the lessons were different from when I was in school but I got used to them. I even hired a private tutor to teach me. I was lucky because although it was different, I was able to master the lessons with a relatively short time. But there are still some lessons that I'm still trying to pursue.

My attention was shifted to the writing on the desk drawer. I know that this is Freya's former desk, as seen from the writing that kicked Freya out of this school. I stared around me, trying to find every face of the male student who was likely the father of the baby conceived by Freya. While following the lesson, I also searched for the female face in the video. But it looks like she is not a student in this class. I closed my eyes as I took my oath. I'm not leaving this school until I find out who made my Freya die!

...***...

I dropped my body on the bed. The first day was not as bad as my mind. It's just that I feel weird. No one approached me. When I approached one of them, they turned away as if I had a contagious disease. Not only that, I realized that they were talking about me from behind. I could hear their words saying, 'let Stella be of value and just get close'. At first I was confused by their words. Who's Stella?

Besides, there was no interesting incident. Even so, I already know where I can spread my virus. The school has a computer lab where it is directly connected to the school's main system. I just need to find a time when I can enter the virus and download the data belonging to the school. And I'm lucky because tomorrow I have a computer lesson.

I don't know how long I'll be able to stay lying to Mama. I did leave the house at five in the morning and had only come home around seven in the evening, so that my mother would not be suspicious. My mother knew I was workaholic and I tried to keep her thinking that way. I even deliberately asked my father to follow my lies.

I opened my laptop and resumed my work which I had temporarily left behind. I had to get it over with so Brenda wouldn't be suspicious and instead followed me to Jakarta. I knew Brenda would help me but that's what I didn't want to do. I have too much debt for Brenda. I completed every program I had to complete so I wouldn't be chased by deadlines. And once it's done, I send it to my boss by e-mail and let him judge.

When I closed my laptop, I realized that the clock had shown at two in the morning. I stretch my muscles. I only have two hours to sleep. It doesn't matter because I'm used to it. I put my body on the bed. And before closing my eyes, my memory of Freya's laughter returned and made me miss her even more.

...***...

I yawn while stretching my muscles. Fortunately, I brought a thick black coffee thermos that would help me not to get sleepy. I put my foot into school. I realized that I was the only student at this school who used public transport. Because when they saw me coming down from the blue shuttle, they looked at me like I was an extraterrestrial. But I don't care. My attention was shifted as my phone shook on my skirt.

"Brenda called me and she's suspicious about something" Braxton said without greeting at all. I went back to evaporating wide.

"Hello too, Braxton," I said lazily.

"I'm serious, Flo. He said from yesterday he tried to contact you and not connect, something you've never done before. He called me and told me he suspected something was going on. He's afraid you're not coming back to New York."

I smile. The problem is if I don't come back, Brenda will lose her job. He was my agent and personal assistant so that if I left, he was forced to find another programmer or he would lose his job.

"Don't worry. I've already told her that I'll be back as soon as I can" I replied calmly. "And if he finds out, it's from you and you must be ready to die. You forgot that some of your track records are still on me?"

"Thank you for nothing. That's why I hate you so much."

I laughed at Braxton. "Yeah, and I love you too."

I hung up on Braxton and realized that I was being stared at by some of the students who passed me. I just smiled thinly. I have no interest in socializing in this place. All I need is information and once I get it, I'll leave this place. I'm used to being mean because that's what I need while I'm in America. If I'm weak, I'll get kicked out of that place.

When I got to class, I realized that I was the subject of conversation and people were looking at me. And all of a sudden, I was hugged from behind. I was just about to let go of that embrace when I turned my body around and looked at the woman I had been looking for all this time. The kid that made my Freya cry. The one who laughed at Freya and made it feel like he was in the hell of the world.

"So you're his new kid? Nothing special" he said, looking down at me as if he were judging me.