Again I couldn’t decide which story to enter in the 100 Word Challenge, so I’m entering two!

This one is by Eleazar in 3ème:

It was when I still was superintendent. I had been researching the teacher who killed all his class in primary school for more than 10 months. But I couldn’t give up for one reason : my daughter was in her class. I had seen her many times so I knew I would be able to recognize her. This day I was walking in a strange street. I can’t remember why. But when I saw this pair of pink ballet shoes I remembered one little but crucial thing: this teacher used to wear them. In fact they was her only pair of shoes. I immediately called the police and told them to send my men to this address. I looked carefully at this strange red wooden house. There was nothing in but a ladder. I decided to enter. The door wasn’t locked. I turned the handle. I entered. She was there …