Author's Note - This took me so long to write, sorry. And it's ultra short. I just had some trouble coming up with ideas to make it any longer, but I wanted to update as soon as possible, which happens to be now, so hope you enjoy! And this is finally off hiatus. [;
Gabe Duncan
"A boy in my class threatened to kill me with a fork today. He is called..." I read aloud. The rest of the passage was not finished, but at the top of the page it stated the day PJ was killed. "He must have gone outside before he finished," I concluded. Jo nodded, agreeing with my answer. I could hear someone talking while walking up the stairs. "My parents are back!" I whispered worriedly. Jo pushed me into the wardrobe then got in herself. She closed the door quietly. I could hear my mum outside talking to someone - a police officer I assumed. I noticed I still had the diary in my hand, so I put it into the back corner of the wardrobe. I could hear the door open. I needed to sneeze, but fear of being found allowed me to hold it.
My mum and the police officer were talking about me. My mum was trying to explain that I was at Jo's house the whole time, but the police officer would have none of it. I was their main suspect, and unless Mum could prove that I was definitely at Jo's house then I would remain the main suspect. I could hear their talking getting quieter, and the noise of their footsteps as they went down the stairs. Jo nodded that it was safe to come out, so I kicked the door open lightly with my foot then got out. My head was pounding from where Jo had pushed me into the wardrobe. I grabbed the diary from the back then closed the door quietly. "Window," Jo whispered.
Since I had snuck out many times before, I had a rope ladder handy. I tightened it against the desk, the threw it out of the window. Luckily the window was facing the side of the house where no one ever went, and there wasn't a window below. I jumped up onto the window ledge then swung my legs over. I twisted myself round awkwardly then dropped the diary onto the soft grass below. It didn't make a sound. I climbed down the ladder slowly. Jo climbed down after me. Then, using a tree branch, I unhooked the ladder from the desk and dropped it onto the floor. I stuffed it into Jo's backpack, then we ran.
When we finally got to Jo's house I was out of breath. I was so sure that Mum was going to catch us, but turns out she didn't. I high-fived Jo, then she opened her front door and went inside, me following her in. Once we got up to Jo's room we both started laughing. We had a close getaway.
After we had finally stopped laughing, I opened up PJ's diary to the first of April, a month before his death. Jo and I read through the whole of the diary from that day on, but there were no other clues. I sighed. I thought we had cracked it, but I guess not. I looked over the last diary entry again, and realised that the page after it had been torn out - the page with the one clue we needed. I assumed that his murderer found the diary and tore the page out so no one would find out that it was him. Me and Jo looked at each other. I knew she was thinking the same thing as me - we needed to ask Teddy for help.