It started to drizzle slightly as I was walking home from baseball practice, I didn't mind it though, the cold droplets felt great against my sweating skin. I then started thinking about my title as the star pitcher of South Park High, Craig had mocked me for being too short to play baseball professionally; but I had said that Marcus Giles was 5'8 too and he played baseball professionally.
"Yea, but then he started sucking and he hasn't played since 2009 and he's not even forty yet." Craig said.
"He didn't start sucking, he was just injured a lot so he didn't get a lot of play time." I said with a shrug. I was so involved in the memory of mine and Craig's conversation that I didn't notice that I had walked into a ditch. I was about to walk back out when something caught my eye, there was a navy blue sheet with two legs sticking out from beneath it.
"Nice Halloween prop, Kenny." I said with a chuckle knowing that Kenny liked to put up scary decorations around town even when it wasn't Halloween. I reached over to tug off the sheet to see what Kenny's full prop looked like. Instead of being amused, I found myself taken aback with horror. It took me a few minutes to realise that I was looking down at the face of my super best friend. I could see that he had bruises around his neck like someone had strangled him, and he had bruises on his upper arms like someone had been gripping him very tightly before then. I stumbled quickly out of the ditch and I began throwing up my chicken sandwich that I had for lunch earlier. About fifteen minutes later, I pulled myself together in time to call the police. Not soon after, two detectives and a team of forensic investigators were there investigating the case.
"You didn't touch anything else besides the sheet did you?" One of them asked; he had sandy brown hair with a touch of grey, sharp blue eyes, and a nose that looked like a hawk's. I noticed his name was Officer Brant. I shook my head.
"How well did you know the victim?" The second detective, a black man with short curly hair in his early thirties asked. His name was Officer Collins.
"He was my best friend; I've known him since we were three years old." I said with my voice cracking, the knowledge that I was never going to see him again was hitting me now. A few questions later, the officers told me that I was free to go. When I got home, I burst into tears as soon as I entered the door. My mother looked at me with shock as she took me in her arms and started rocking me gently.
"What happened?" She asked soothingly. Usually, I hated when she treated me like a baby but right now it was the most comforting thing in the world.
"What's the matter Stan? Did you get kicked off the baseball team?" My dad asked causally walking into the room. I wanted to hit him, how dare he compare my agony to Kyle dying the same as being kicked off some silly sports team.
"Kyle's dead." I managed to choke out a few minutes later. Both my parents stood there with shocked looks on their faces.
"Are you sure it was Kyle? I mean it's pretty foggy out today." My dad then said.
"Of course I'm sure, I know what my best friend looks like." I snapped.
"Do his parents know?" My mother asked. I shrugged, and told them what had happened.
"Oh you poor dear, you must be so traumatised." She said stroking my back lovingly.
"You know what this means right?" Shelly asked coming down the rest of the way of the stairs, I hadn't even noticed she had been standing there.
"Why were you eavesdropping?" I asked.
"I wasn't eavesdropping, I was listening intently." She said tucking a stray strand of short brown hair behind her ear. Shelly had gotten pretty, I had to admit that, and she had toned down quite a bit and became likable in many aspects; but she was still a royal pain sometimes.
"Anyway, it means that there is a murderer on the loose." Shelly said.
"Don't say that!" My mother gasped out with her face turning as white as a sheet.
"Well it's true, I mean how many enemies did Kyle have besides the fat ass? Even Cartman isn't crazy enough to kill him."
I thought about what Shelly had said all through dinner and I realised that she was right. There was a murderer on the loose, a murderer who had killed my best friend and I was going to find him even if I ended up dying myself.
