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This is gonna be a kind of thriller, detective story or something...I will try to keep this story updated more or less like my other one here. And of course, I do hope you'll like it! (Votes and reviews are welcome:-) )
Prologue
It was the last days of January 1959. Like any other Friday, we all were looking forward to enjoy our weekend as much as possible. And also as usual, we would go to the drive in and see the girls there. However, none of us had the slightest idea of how different would things be.
It all began about one, after the lunch break. We had Biology, with Mr Wilkins, and well...I was just doing the fool, imitating him...I had done it some more times, but that day he saw me.
-Well, Jacobs, I see you aren't paying attention to what I'm saying. Maybe a detention will help you to know I don't accept this kind of things. You'll stay till five here at school.
-I was doing nothing, Mr Wilkins!
-That's exactly what you always do. Nothing. And don't insist, or it will be three hours.
Damn hell! I knew what that meant. I could say farewell to my weekend. The moment my folks knew I had been on detention, I would be grounded. And I would be lucky enough if it was only that weekend.
-Bad luck, buddy, but you should have been more careful. Wilkins was watching you.
-I know, I know. Well, gotta tell Jan I won't make it tonight, to the drive in. Have fun ok? See you on Monday.
During the detention, I was supposed to write an essay apologizing for what I had done. Well, if old Wilkins wanted that, he'd have it. I would have to think of some prank to play on him...
As soon as I saw it was five, I went to Wilkins's office and let there the essay. Then, when I was back in the detention class, I realized my favourite jacket wasn't there. It was a jeans jacket, and my ma had managed to sew a bit T on the back. I looked everywhere, but there was no trace of it. " Hell...the one who has taken it, he'd better not wear it here".
I was fuming, but that wouldn't bring my jacket back. So, I took my things and went out, to the parking lot. I had been given my first car not long ago...a bright blue one, I couldn't be more proud about it. I drove home and phoned Jan and the guys, to make a plan for that friday night, As usual, we would meet at Frosty's, and then we'd go to the drive in. But that night, with my brand new car, I would have the chance of picking Jan at her place...It was such a good change!
That night was specially funny, and best of all was, Jan and me arranged to meet Saturday night...just the two of us. We had been friends for a long time, but till the dance offf, we didn't realize there was something else going between us... I was willing to spend that night with her, though I had no idea about where to go. Not to Frosty's, in any case.
Next morning, when I wake up and went downstairs for breakfast, my ma told me about the murder. It was in every local newspaper...a Rydell student, Debbie Coleman, had been found murdered last evening, by one of the maids who cleaned Rydell.
-What? Let me see the paper...
I was in shock...a murder at Rydell! And I had been there that evening, I could have been attacked too... According to the paper, Debbie had been stabbed several times, and the police had some valuable clues to arrest her murderer in a day or two.
-Did you know her?
-Debbie? No, not exactly. I mean, I had heard of her, but she wasn't that fond of us.
The phone rang, and I went to answer. It was Doody, who had just read the news. He was as surprised and shocked as me, or as everyone would probably be by then.
The whole gang met a bit later at Frosty's. Riz, strangely in her, was specially affected by Debbie's murder. She told us they used to be friends in primary school, and even now, even if they two had drifted apart and were in two different groups, kept something of their friendship. In fact, we had never heard Riz criticizing Debbie, though she used to hang out with her hated Patty Simcox and her friends.
-Who would have done such a thing?
-Guess we'll know it soon, it says here the cops do have some clues...
-Whoever he is, he's a son of a...Damn! I'd better be going, wanna see Debbie's folks. See you on Monday...
Bit by bit, we all left Frosty's. I took Jan home, and told her I'd pick her at nine...When I arrived to my place, a police car was parked just infront, with no cops in it. I had a terrible feeling as I opened the door...
My folks were in the living room, with two cops, and my ma was crying...
-Ma, what...?
-You'd better come with us, son...
-With you? No...what's going on?
It couldn't be what I was thinking...did they really suspect I had killed Debbie?
-Listen, if it's because of,..
-Once we are in the precinct, you can tell as much as you want. Mr and Mrs .Jacobs, I suggest you look for a good lawyer, he's gonna need it. You, put your hands behind your back.-He took a pair of cuffs...-And now, move! You're under arrest for the murder of Debbie Sheridan.
-No...wait, you're making a mistake... I didn't kill...
-Move!
They took me to the patrol car and drove away, to the precinct. My head was about to explode...that had no sense at all.
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