Chapter one
How the hell am I supposed to know this stuff? I mean, it's English class. How can it be this hard?
"Psst. Grace" She looks up at me, her gray eyes glaring. "What'd ya come up with for a thesis?"
"Fuck off" She hisses. She's never really liked me. She's one of the few people here that hate me. I groan and look back at my desk to see an empty test packet; void of any writing other than the bright blue pen marking the line where my name goes.
Why do I have to take this class in the first place? I've grown up here all my life, I know the English language fine! I can read, I can write in cursive. What else is there I need to know?
"Alfred" I look up from my paper, and I see a rare but solemn expression on my teacher's face. "Bring your stuff" I stand up from my desk and I sling my back-pack over my shoulder.
My pencil and Test packet crumble up in my hand, and I walk to the front of the class room.
"Leave the packet on my desk." He says, and I hear people whisper behind me. I leave my packet where he said, and I turn toward the door to see one of the school's security guards standing in the doorway, a very grim and dark look on her face.
"Follow me Mr. Jones" I swallow hard, and I clutch the strap of my pack tightly.
"Okay" She takes me out of my classroom and into a deserted hallway. She gives me a sad look, and I can't help but feel my chest tighten. "Is there a problem?"
"You're needed in the office. That's all I'm allowed to say" I feel my stomach turn, and I know something bad is about to happen.
When we reach the office, I see another security guard standing by the front doors.
"Mr. Jones, please come with me. You've been excused from the remainder of the school day" What the hell is going on? He leads me from inside the school to a cop car, and I feel my heart race as I get into the back seat.
"Where are we going?" His fist turning and starting the car is his answer, and he pulls away from the curb.
After five minutes of watching buildings and other cars go by, I break the silence.
"So you take me out of class, pull me into a cop car and start driving me somewhere without telling me" Again, he doesn't respond. "Dude, are you ever going to talk?" More silence. "Hello?" I wave my hand up by the front seat, but he keeps his eyes on the road. "You are the most boring cop I've ever met."
I slouch back into my chair and I cross my arms. I wish I had a burger. Lunch is right about now and I'm starving.
When the car stops at a red light, out of the corner of my eye I see a red and gold arch. My body flies to the window and I stare out through the thick glass.
"Can we stop by for a bite to eat?" I lick my lips when we drive by the entrance to the parking lot, but when we don't pull in I fall back onto the seat. "You're so mean" I grumble. I feel the car slow to a stop again, and I look up to see the Police station standing tall and dark. It casts a shadow over the car, and I can tell it's dropped a few degrees.
"Follow me" The cop opens my door, and I step outside to walk up the concrete steps and into the building. I swallow hard as people sitting at desks look up from their files and papers. A man looks up from his bound hands, and I catch sight of a sneer.
Three gauges rest in his ear and four piercings circle beneath his eye. A green tattoo of some kind of reptile winds up around his neck and disappears under the black hem of a skull cap. He's some kind of bad guy, that much is obvious.
I shiver, and I hitch my back-pack up higher on my shoulder.
"Is this Alfred?" A woman with long brown hair steps out of an office, and she gives me a warm smile. The smile is fake. I can tell that much. "Hi, My name is Ms. Andrew. You can call me Lucile" She holds out a hand, and I stare at her.
"Why am I here?" She swallows hard and nods at the man who delivered me.
"If you would follow me" Her smile makes my heart skip a beat, and my palms begin to sweat. A knot forms in the back of my throat and I feel my pulse pounding in my ears with every step.
We walk down a long hallway, a few windows letting in light and small billows of dust clouds floating around the area.
"Alfred, I want you to know that something has.. Happened" She stops, and has me sit down on a bench. She knits her hands together, and I look up at her. The knot tightens; making me grip the hard wood handle of the small bench.
"W-what?" I don't intend on sounding afraid, but I do anyway.
"Your parents were killed his morning..." Her voice trails off, or at least I think it does. I stop listening and I shake my head. She reaches up to touch my shoulder. I pull away, and I feel a hand snake up to my throat.
"Oh god" My voice is torn and quiet, and I feel something inside snap. No tears come. None. All feel is numbness inside my chest and an ever growing knot in my stomach.
"We still need you ID their bodies, just to be sure." Her hand rests on my crumbled fist, and she pulls me up from the bench and toward a door. When I walk in, I see a window looking into a room with two rows of things- people- resting beneath pale blue sheets of fabric.
Someone wearing gloves and a smock comes up and pulls back the sheets.
My stomach lurches, and I cover my mouth with my hand.
"I'm gonna be sick"
HEY everyone! I know, I know. Bad Stella! No writing new stories, "We're all waiting for the next update of German Warfare!" Well you guys can calm yourselves down, because a new chapter of it will come as soon as I can. This is something I came up with about a month ago when I was watching a rerun of CSI: New York. Anyway, I hope you guys like it, and show me you like it and/or want me to upload the next chapter by reviewing.
I need your thoughts in order to quench my thirst for criticism! XD