Yeah, so. It's been a while.

Like a really, really long time.

Like. REALLY.

And all I can say is I am so sorry! Most of you probably thought I gave up on this story, and I can assure you, I have (and will!) not! These two chapters were very specific and had to be written exactly right so it wouldn't screw up the entire story. And it took me a while, but here they are! Enjoy! Please review if you deem worthy! I'd love to hear from you guys!

Lucy's Point of View

"My God," Anthony placed his head on his forearms, which spread across his bent knees. I had told him everything; every last detail from my vision to the truth it became. And with every word, Anthony's eyes widened, eventually looking down out of distraction.

"So, now I guess I go to the police." I sighed. "Get this whole thing solved, once and for all."

His head popped up. "You can't go to the police!" Anthony cried frantically. "What are you talking about?!"

My jaw dropped open. "What are you talking about? I have proof that someone was murdered, Anthony! Do you expect me to keep it to myself?"

Anthony shook his head vigorously. "You don't have evidence for anything, so yes! Listen, Lucy. You have an acidic burn on your pinky that is physically similar to highway-friction burns found on a body. You found sand in a science lab, where we commonly use sand for experiments all the time. Your imagination is getting way ahead of you."

Anthony saw me stare at him in disbelief. He threw his head back and mouthed 'How did I know this would happen?'. "Before Mr. Sievers dragged you away, Ian and I were about to say we didn't want what happened at the beach to go to your head. The way you acted when you saw the body, I was terrified it would. The police are solving (no, have solved!) this case. Sometimes, things are as they seem. We know you're a smart girl, Lucy. We figured you might try to~"

"Do something like this?" Rage filled my veins as blood began to boil. "Go crazy and make up conspiracies? Yeah, definitely. That was my whole plan!"

"Lu~"

"Oh, don't 'Lucy,' me! It's out there now, there's no denying it. I've let my imagination get the best of me, have I? Fine!" I stood up, straight and proud, dusting off my clothes from the dirty tiled floor. "I don't need your help. In my most humble opinion, I don't even know why I bothered to tell you! It's not like you helped, anyway."

Anthony jumped up of the floor, obviously infuriated as well. He leaned over me with beady eyes (I had forgotten how much bigger than me he was.) "Well, I'm sorry I gave you a slice of reality, Lucy! Sorry I had to tell you that you are completely overacting to absolutely nothing! Mr. Sievers is a great guy, the best teacher at this school! He thinks you're brilliant and ADORES you, and this is how you repay him? That shows what a great person YOU are! You're smart, Lucy, too much for your own good. I thought you were more than the brilliant exchange student; I thought you were kind and stronger than to flip the fuck out when something happened. And I was stupid to think you were more than that."

His words were like swords, stabbing me with every syllable. He hurt me because I hurt him, but I refused to stop it there. "Oh, I'm a whole much more than that, and you're about to see it. While you wait like a sad coward, I'm going to solve this, with your help or not. So fuck you, Anthony Padilla, and who needs you!"

And with that, I stormed out of the bathroom, Anthony yelling, 'You should have gone back to England, you crazy bitch!'. The air outside was much cooler on my skin that it was in the bathroom. Suddenly, I felt incredible remorse, and almost considered going back, but my feet propelled me forward, leaving the sad and terrible circumstance behind me.

The police station was only a couple blocks from the school, so at the end of the day I walked over instead of heading home. Still, with every step, I felt guiltier and guiltier about what I had said to Anthony. He didn't deserve that.

But he didn't believe me, and I knew in the pit of my gut, I was right. I knew ever since we saw the body something was wrong, and I was determined to figure out what.

"Can I help you?" Before I knew it, I was inside the station and the receptionist stood up to help. I cleared my throat and asked to see...oh what was his name? "Officer Mason, please. I need to speak to him about something urgent."

A man behind her turned around at the sound of his name. "Who's that?" Officer mason spotted me and his smile faded. "Ms. Lylles? What are you~"

"Officer Mason! I have something to tell you about the~"

He glided toward me, sneakily grabbing a vanilla folder on the desk, and took me by the shoulder. "Let's talk outside." His voice suddenly raised and he wore a big, fake smile to everyone around him. "Please try to understand, Ms. Lylles. Here at the precinct, we have everything clear and under control!"

Once the doors were completely closed, his manner changed and he looked at me angrily. "Lucy! What are you doing here?"

"I have something to show you about the bod~"

"~No!" He clenched his fists and sniffed angrily. "Lucy...this is a closed investigation with professionals. Whatever you have to say~"

"~is important!"

"No, it's not." I scrubbed my eyebrows and he merely shrugged. "I'm sorry, but whatever you think you know is insignificant." He opened the folder, and I found that it was the case file. The papers toward me, Officer Mason pointed out the top line. "The case is closed, we know all what happened. The poor soul got drunk, passed out on a cliff, rolled and hit concrete, and was killed on impact."

"That's the thing!" I prompted. "That's not what killed him, and I think I know what did. I have reasons to believe that he was murdered."

Officer mason raised one eyebrow. "What?"

"Remember when we ~well, you~ discovered the burns on his body? Well, those weren't formed by the pavement, alright. I have reason to believe they were from proligneous acid, an acid that burns the flesh."

"Well..." Officer mason was fazed for only a second, but quickly rejected defeat and cleared his throat. "Well, even if that's true ~and I am not saying it is!~ that's not the COD. He was burned to death by fire. A small friction fire we know was caused by the friction of the concrete."

Good point, but I'm not giving up yet! "Then that proves my point even farther! Proligneous acid is extremely flammable, probably one of the most flammable chemicals in the entire world. The real reason you thought the flame burns were from the concrete is because you found fragments of it in his skin right?"

"Because it's the most reasonable solution! Lucy, it's time to get real. This is NOT "Law and Order"; these crazy accusations never happens in real life! You are talking fiction!"

"NO I'M NOT! LOOK AT MY FINGER!" As a last resort, I removed the band-aid to uncover the disgusting acidic burn on my pinky. I lifted it up my face to show, but instead Officer Mason gasping in surprise, it was me. I saw it and my stomach gulped to my throat. I

It was gone. The burn was completely and utterly healed from my finger. All pain (and evidence) was erased. "But..."

"Do you think this is funny, Ms. Lylles? Was all this just a plan to humiliate me and the squad?"

"No, but please-"

"You think just because you get good grades that you're smarter than the Sacramento Police Department? Well, let me be the first and last one to tell you that you are not. You are a child, and a naive one at that. You should have listened to everyone else when they told you that you should go back to England. This whole thing has gone to your head, and it's about time for reality check." With the case folder tightly held to his chest, Officer Mason opened the door back up and shook his head at me. "Good day to you, Lucy Lylles." And he was gone, leaving me with my jaw dropped open, in the dust.

My legs felt numb as my heart beat fast. They don't believe me. Why will no one believe me?!

Because you're a stupid kid, Anger answered. Or at least they think you are.

I pivoted around and headed back where I came from, defeated. So, what do I do now?

We've established this ourselves, Lucy. Anger responded. What's the main problem?

I have no clear evidence Mr. Sievers is connected to the crime. That's why no one is taking me seriously.

And the only way they will is if you have the actual chemicals from his lab. That way, you can test the chemicals and fingerprints from the bottles. Then, demand to see the body to test for chemical similarities. All put together, Mr. Sievers will be held in contempt due to circumstance. THEN, and only then, we can let the police put two-and-two together..

That's brilliant! I commented my anger and it flourished. But how do we get the chemicals? This is the last day Mr. Sievers has them; he said he was throwing them away.

Then we will have to get them before he does. Remember the window on the bottom floor?

Yeah… Where was it going with this?

If you go tonight, we can get the evidence we need. It persuaded.

You mean break in? That's breaking-and-entering! It's incredibly illegal! And if I'm caught, there will be even more trouble because I'm a foreign visitor!

Then don't get caught, stupid. Be quick and smart. You can do that, right?

I guess… I reluctantly agreed.

Let's do it, then! Don't worry, Lucy! We will prove 'um wrong. We will prove them ALL wrong!

I laughed along nervously. You better be right, I hoped. Because what I'm about to endure is nothing like anything I've ever done before.