Some of chapter two of Inferior
10 years later, and still nobody knows who killed Sebastian's father. The police had ended the investigation last year.
Sebastian Miller, now 16, sat inside a quiet library inside his high school. It was a private high school that was heavily funded by the government.
He was the only student inside the library as everyone else was in the cafeteria.
Sebastian Miller sat at one of the tables he knew he should have joined the other students in the cafeteria. But that didn't matter.
What mattered was his research, his blue eyes searching for answers inside a dusty old book with the smallest font he had ever seen in his life.
He squinted as his eyes roamed the page, reading each line as best as he could until his hair fell into his face. His black hair looked as if he never brushed it.
Sebastian pushed the heavy book across the table with an annoyed expression on his face. Dust flew everywhere as soon as he slammed the book. Next to him was a small brown notebook with a leather cover. He flipped the notebook open, reading over his feverish scrawl from the past few days.
The history books don't say anything about how the war ended.
"This is going nowhere," he groaned to himself as he buried his head into the notebook, hoping that smelling the pages could give him a clue, or any sort of answer that could help him answer one of the many questions in his head.
His therapist told him he had to find something to distract himself from obsessing on who could have killed his father. He was pretty sure that the therapist didn't mean to find a new unsolved mystery to obsess over.
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