It was dark outside and I laughed at the stars, I mean why are they so bright? Its like it's competing with the sun or something! I was playing with a slinkey and I asked myself the question I have been for a while. How does a slinky work? I was about to answer my internal rant when there was a bang outside, like a robber! Oh my freaking God! There was a knock at my door and I got up slowly, taking by broom with me."Are you a robber?" I asked through the door. Hey, the robber could knock!
"Yes, obviously I am because a robber would knock on the door before entering," My silly brother said, sarcastically through the door. I nodded slowly myelf, processing the new information.
"Just making sure, are you a robber?"

After the little 'robber' mishap I followed Scott outside to see who the real robber. I brought my broom and kissed the top. What? It was my baby!
"What do you think it is?" I asked Scott. I probably shouldn't make too much noise talking, but I had ADHD and I can't focus that much. I usually can't ever consentrate and zone into my mind. Like I am...right now. And my dyslexia probably didn't help much, when I was held back a grade.
"It could be a racoon or something," Scott told me quietly. It seemed like he was trying to be quiet unlike me.
He grabs a bat from the closet and we go out the door to see nothing. Huh, looks like a mistake?

It's noth- BANG!
I scream as Stiles, my now ex bestfriend, shows up hanging from the roof.
"Stiles, what the hell are you doing?" Scott asked, finally putting the bat down after swinging it for two minutes straight. It was kind of funny actually..."You weren't answering your phone! Why do you have a bat?" Stiles asked flipping off of the roof. He did it pretty okay, I suppose. I won't admit it though.
"We thought you were a predator!" I said. Iwas now embarrased by that idea. What the hell was Scott thinking? The fool...
"A pre...," He laughs as if its the funniest thing he's ever heard. I'll sick mybat up on him! "Look, I know it's late, but you've got to hear this. My dad left 20 minutes ago, dispatch call. They bringing every officer of the Beacon department, and even the state police."
"For what?" Scot asked. He pried the broom that was in my hand out and I pouted. Darn it.
"They found a body in the woods,"
"A dead body?" I asked him. I realized too late my mistake.
"No, a living dead... Yes jackass! It's a dead body!"
I stuck my tongue out at him and he did it back to me. Loser...
"You mean like murdered?" Scott asked.
Stiles shook his head slowly, as if unsure,
"Nobody knows yet. It was a girl, probably in her twenties..."
"Hold on, if they found the body, then what are they looking for?" I asked. This just didn't add up correctly. This is like the first story I was actually listening to. It wasn't like math or science, which I couldn't figure out because of my dislexia. The last book I ever read on my own was probably green eggs n' ham...
"That's the best part... They only found half! We're going!"
Adventure!

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