Month: March 2011

“Around! Around! Around!” He cried in fake delight, spinning around the room. The girl with dark auburn curles sighed, glarring at the whirling form.

“Andrew, you are an absolute and utter idiot.” She muttered.

He stumbled over to her. “I told them I didn’t want to do it, but they said that if I could do it for an hour, saying ‘around’ happily the whole time they would give us information.” Riere mumbled, tapping the table absentmindedly.

“Uh huh. Did you by any chance notice that they are gone?”

“WHAT?! And you didn’t stop them?!”

She shook her head, a small smiling creeping onto her lips. “Nope.”

He gaped at her for a full minute until finally sighing in defeat. “Great, now our prime suspects are gone.”

“Nope.”

“What do you mean ‘nope’?”

“I mean that I bugged their phones.”

“Isn’t that illegal?”

“Why do you think I carry a badge?”

He shook his head. “Fine, so where are they now?”

“Anacostia Park.”

He nodded and got unsteadily to his feet. “You could have atleast told me they were gone.” He muttered.

She laughed, walking past him and out of the circus tent.

The sunlight filtered through the thick cannopy, turning the ground an unhealthy shade of green. Deries crouched next to a phone, which lay on the ground. She gloomily put on a glove and picked up the neglected machine, but not before taking a quick picture of it’s possition, upper end half burried in the residue of the evening rain.

“Do you think they knew the phone was bugged?”

No answer.

Deries got to her feet and walked over to were her partner was standing, examining something. She stopped next to him and looked down the hill.

“Suicide?” She asked him quietly, starring at the smoldering remains of a car, a burned body lay limply in the front seat. As she watched it slid down, a bit of burned flesh peeling of and sticking to the seatbelt.

“Why don’t we find out.” Riere said without looking at her and began cautiosly decending the hill.

She followed, camera already out. “Hmm, would be kind of hard to set a car on fire. And look, the flesh is litteraly melted” She muttered, taking sevearal phots of the body.

“Unless you had a bomb.”

“What?”

“A bomb.”

She set the camera down and walked over to him. He held up a small tube not vaguely resembling lipstick.

“That could not be the bomb, even if it was it’s to small to total a car, let alone melt human tissue.”

Riere brought it closer “Unless it was a nuclear bomb. By the way, shouldn’t you be taking pictures?”

Cathryn Deries sat idly at her desk, tapping the end of a pen on it’s surface. Tall piles of papers teetered dangerously around her like guards. America was far to calm nowadays. All the exiting stuff was happening overseas, all the protests and rebellions. She sighed, letting the pen slip out of her grasp and roll of the desk. It hit the ground with barely any sound. She let it stay there. She heard footsteps and looked up, to see her partner Andrew Riere desperatly trying to balance a coffe mug on a stack of files. She pushed away from her desk, the chair legs scraping the floor, as the mug tipped and spilled it’s contents onto her desk. She glared up at Riere.

“Unless the stuff your holding is a new case I am going to hurt you.”

He carefully set the files down in an area devoid of coffe.

“Well, I guess it’s a good thing this is a new case then isn’t it?” He said, grinning.

She snatched up the tupmost folder and opened it. A picture of a very moody looking ten year old greeted her. After a moment she set the file down and picked up the next one, which contained a middle-aged man. She set that file down and looked at Riere

“Family?”

“Yup.”

“Murder?”

“Yes”

“Sounds good.”

When I got back to the room, I came face to face with a snotty looking girl with silky, long red hair. “Hi. You must be Nadia. I’m Shannon.”, I said. The girl looked up. “Yeah, I’m Nadia. I try to avoid this room as much as possible. I hate the girls in here. They’re all so uncool. I’m too good for them.”, she said, “Let me guess. You’re one of those girls who is all “I try to be nice to everybody” and think she’s so funny.” I turned around to face her and gave her a look. “Gee. Harsh much?”, I taunted back in a snotty tone. Just as I finished my sentence, my friends walked in, flushed and happy from dancing. Nadia narrowed her eyes at me and turned back to her magazine. I could tell she was watching us out of the corner of her eye, like a hawk eyeing its prey. “I suppose you got “acquainted” with Nadia over here.”, Miranda said. “Yes”, I replied. I leaned and whispered, ” She’s not that nice.”  Miranda nodded and clapped her hands together and said, ”Let’s change in to our pajamas and then talk. I’ve got candy!!”  We all raised two bags each packed with candy.

I changed in to comfy pajamas and sprawled out on my bed with a soda and my candy. “So,” , Faith said, “Did you hear? The guys said they’re coming to our room in,”  She glanced at the Hello Kitty clock on her nighttable. “Fifteen minutes.” “Whatever.”, I replied, “Anyway, Faith, are you obsessed with Hello Kitty. You have a Hello Kitty radio, clock, blanket, and tote bag. You glued rhinestones in the shape of Hello Kitty to your phone. You’re even wearing Hello Kitty pajamas.” “Same goes for you with the Mets. You have a jersey, t-shirt, tote bag, umbrella, towel and pajama pants.”, she replied. I looked at my Mets flannels and giggled.

Miranda started in. “So. Steve and I were chatting so much! He’s so cool! Oh, yeah, Faith and Eliza, you two were pretty involved with Greg and Dave.”, she said. I giggled.

A few minutes later, the guys arrived. Well, actually they more burst in and plopped down on our beds. “Hey, why don’t we head to the lounge?”, Steve suggested. It looked like he was holding something behind his back.  When we got to the lounge, there was tons of people there.  We sat on the couches. Steve withdrew what was behind his back. It was a bottle. An empty one. As empty as the Grand Canyon. He placed it on the table. “Spin the bottle.”

Steve went first. It landed on Rob. They kissed each other on the cheek and cracked up. Steve went again. It landed on Miranda. They kissed. The rest of the game went on like that. The awkwardest one was between Rob and yours truly. “C’mon man. You can’t expect to kiss her. She’s like what you dudes are to me.”, he told Steve. “Well, you kissed me. At least kiss her on the cheek.”, Steve replied. He gave in.

I burst forth as a beautiful Dove of Imagination

I dive through cascading falls of silvery dreams

I feel the multitudes of light displaying on the surface of my skin

I dive into a rushing brook of golden hours

I come across swirly shadows of midnight blue

And shimmering sunsets of glistening pink

I burst forth as a forest filled with shades of shadowy pink

Summer stared out into her backyard from the living room and took a seat on the couch. She grabbed the bowl of popcorn and was about to enjoy her Saturday alone while watching a scary movie. She turned on the TV and picked the channel that she wanted.  She closed her eyes on the gore and the killing parts and heard a ding-dong. Praying that it wasn’t her parents back from their party early, she opened the door.

She gasped at the horrid sight. Her boyfriend, Zach was on her front step, dead on the floor with blood flowing out of him like a river. A sticky note stuck to his back that read ” Your secret admirer loves you more”. She was confused and upset and angry. Who would do this to her? Why would did they do it to him? Did he do something unfaithful that he hadn’t confessed to her yet? Did he come here to tell her that? Who was her so called “secret admirer”? All those questions juggled in her brain for an answer but she couldn’t figure it out. It was all too hard to even think. She quickly dialed 911 and answered and explained what had happened. In no later than 15 minutes, the police arrived. A bulky steady man came out and a pudgy over-weight man came out of the car. They spotted Summer tending her boyfriend who lay dead on the floor. Tears rolled down her soft puffy red cheeks from crying.

She looked up at the officers. The bulky officer was named Officer Jackson and the other was Officer Cane. They both had a serious look in their stare. Just what Summer wanted because she was in no mood for jokes and games.

“Please help me.” Summer pleaded, “I’m not sure who killed him and I’m very worried as well as concerned.”

” I’m very sorry for your loss and the paramedics will come in a short period. Detective Sherman would love to ask you some questions when he gets here but before you do that hand this card to your parents please. I’m sorry it doesn’t look as professional as it should. My son wrote it so it is not as good.” Officer Jackson explained as he handed her the card.

She examined the card and recognized the writing. She took a glance at the sticky note on Zach’s back. She couldn’t believe her eyes! It was the same exact hand writing as the card. Something was wrong here…really wrong.