"Remember to do your homework! I won't listen to any excuses! I don't care if your house went afire! You have to hand in your homework.  Understood?" Shouted Ms. Li over the sound of the excited students who were running into the halls, glad that school was finally over.  "John! Where do you think you're going? You are supposed to stay for detention! John!" 

            Amy sat in her seat, thinking about what she heard at lunch.  Who was that Lisa? Besides her, who was the other person that got killed?  Amy waited patiently for the teacher to scold John in the hall, and wondered whom she could get the information about Lisa from.  Finally, an angry Ms. Li came back into the room, with a very amused John following her in.

            For a few minutes, Ms. Li explained to Amy about functions and algebra.  But Amy didn't get half of it at all (You know, I never did say that she was a straight A-student).  At 3:30 pm, 30 minutes later, detention and Amy's extra help was over.  She packed her stuff quickly, glad that the torture was over.  She said good-bye to Ms. Li and walked out the back door.

            "Hey! Wait up!" Amy turned around and saw John running to catch up with her.  Seems as if Ms. Li yelled at him.  Again. 

            "Yes?" She asked. 

            "You're new here?"  Asked John.

            "Yeah, I came from Canada."

            "My name is John Parker.  You're Amy right?"

            "Yes…?" Amy started to walk and John tagged right along.

            "Did you get any of those things that Ms. Li talked about?"  Was this guy trying to start a conversation?

            "No…"

            "Me neither.  Hey, did you hear about the latest gossip at school?  About Lisa and Joe?"

            "Who and who?"

            "Lisa and Joe! I guess not.  They both used to come to this school.  But they're dead now.  Lisa died the other night."

            "What happened?  I heard about Lisa, but not Joe." John smirked, looking at Amy with his ice blue eyes. He looked, kind of mysterious in a way.  And creepy. 

            "Lisa Chen is, I mean was, a sixth grader here.  Joe Parker is a seventh grader. I don't think they know each other, but last night, Lisa was found dead around Mandy's place.  And Joe was found dead across the street from her.  They said that Joe killed Lisa and then killed himself afterwards."  He stopped for a minute and studied the ceiling.  "But they found Lisa like, one week after they found Joe."  John cleared his throat and looked at his shoes.

            "John?" Amy asked, unsure of what to do.

            "Yes?" John replied, snapping his head to face Amy.  His eyes were full of anger, pain and sadness at the same time.

            "What was your relationship with Joe?"

            "Oh, he was my brother."

            Amy readjusted her book-bag on her shoulder with one hand and opened the door to her apartment building with the other hand.  She used her foot and gently pushed the door open.  She stepped into the dark apartment and started up the stairs.  Wonder why John acts so relaxed about his brother's death.  I would've freaked out. Second floor. Why did he talk to me about it? Why did he act so piss off when I wanted to ask him more about his brother? Third floor. Did he know Lisa in any way? Fourth floor.  Amy walked to her apartment and opened the locks.  Well, she tried. She couldn't open the door. 

            Amy pushed the doorbell and waited for her sister to open the door. 

            "Who is it?" Amy heard from the other side.

            "It's me, Amy! Open the door!"  Jenny, Amy's (younger) half sister, opened the door and poked her head out. 

            "Some people are sick and need a nap.  Why couldn't you open the door yourself?"  Jenny sneezed and sniffed.  Jenny's nose was red, and her black hair was messed up.  Big time.  "What took you such a long time to come home anyways?"  Amy went inside and closed the door behind her. She walked into the living room and threw down her book-bag a textbook. 

            "I had help in math."  Amy stretched her shoulders and went into the kitchen.  She opened the refrigerator and grabbed the carton of orange juice.  "Don't you know that you are supposed to throw out the carton when you're done?"  She threw the empty carton in the garbage can and took a carton of milk.  She poured some into her cup and gulped it all down.

            "I forgot.  Oh yeah, Joanna called you a few seconds ago."  Jenny walked into the kitchen, holding a piece of paper and rubbing her eyes.

            "Joanna who?"  Amy asked, confused. 

            "I don't know."

            "Did she leave a number?"

            "Yeah.  212 669 0892." Jenny handed Amy the paper.

            "Thanks.  I think."  Amy went into her room and flopped down onto her bed.  She grabbed the phone and dialed Joanna's number.

            "Hello?" A voice answered after three rings.

            "May I speak to Joanna please?" Amy asked, fiddling around with her pillow.

            "Wait a minute." 

            "Hello?"  A new voice said from the phone.

            "Hey, is this Joanna?" Amy asked.

            "Yes.  Who is this?"

            "Amy.  My sister said that you called me before?"

            "Oh, you." Joanna's voice turned cold.  A few seconds passed and Joanna didn't say anything.

            "Hello?" Amy asked.

            "Stay away from Joe." The line went dead. Amy stared at the phone and hung it up.  What was the girl saying?  Amy rolled onto her back.  Joe, Joe was dead, wasn't he?

A/N – you know, I'm just making this as I go along; so I don't know what I'm doing. 

Sneak Peek:

            "Hey!" Amy cried out.  She ran to the girl and handed her the piece of paper she dropped.

            "Oh, thanks!" The girl said, smiling.  "My name's Mandy.  Nice to meet you." 

            "My name is Amy, Amy Chen."  Amy smiled in return.  Brushing her hair away from her face.  "Nice to meet you."

            "Stay away from her." Amy turned around and saw –

A/N – Good god I am mean!