there was someone in the school that might know something about the murder, i've read about and it has the cops baffled. i'd heard rumours that the person who was writing "Polly" all over the school is tied to the mafia, most notably the Giovani's, they are known to eliminate anyone who poses a threat, they have people on the inside everywhere!
as i sat and ate my lunch i noticed that a guy over at the canteen was staring at me, i looked at him and her turned around and ordered something, Alex and pheobe sat down next to me.
"what were just staring at?" Alex asked.
"that guy over there was looking at me... staring" i answered.
"Oh. thats Emo Boy Adam" Pheobe said, "he's like a full blown emo who believes in magic and ghosts-"
"dont diss ghosts!" cried Alex.
"well he's weirdo, i'm in the same math class as him, he stabs him self in the arm with his protractor. he never speaks and never makes lifts his head. you must've made a real impression on him if he was staring at you"
"i'm in tech with him, i've noticed that he cuts himself a bit but the next lesson he doesn't have any scars... weird"
"Yeah..." i trailed off, he was quite cute, people didn't notice because the way he acted... but he was. my yes made there way over to a wall about 10 metres away, a guy was cleaning off the word "Polly".
"polly?" i asked.
"yeah, infamous artist" Alex answered. "rumour has it that the girl who writes that has this uncle whos the don of of the Giovani mob, they have people everywhere to keep her outta trouble with the law, but she graffiti's alot."
"wait? so if someone were to find out the identity of the infamous "Polly" then they'd kill her?" i asked. Pheobe's eyes widened, Alex's mouth dropped.
"over graffiti!!!??" Peobe asked.
"well one run in with the law and it could blow up everything!"
"Don Giovani's mobsters killed the old lady" i concluded. now we just needed to find out who Polly is and get the note to back up our story...
Whatever it may be.
Friday, August 28, 2009
Monday, August 24, 2009
The Friends
i'm only year 9 so i have no access to a gun or any other weapons that could help work this out, for all i know there was nothing to work out. it was weird that everyone thought that the house on the edge of town was empty, but it was so creepy that you wishedthat it was.
i started to ask around, to see if anyone was acting suspicious, and alot of people were! but there were 2 that were quite normal, if not with their own quirks. the first i met was boy, kinda cute but not fully hot, his name was Alex, he was very into games and ghosts, if something strage ever happened he always thought that it was a ghost.
Then there was the Geek Chic girl, her name was Pheobe, she was a science geek who was the queen of rational thinking, it sometimes seems like she has no sense of humour but she's a fountain of jokes, although usually not intentionally.
as we rode our bikes to the edge of town i noticed how many people closed their shops early, although my new friends thought nothing of it.
We arrived at the house, its red bricks were the colour of blood, the thought that it was fresh blood crossed my mind, but i knew that if i had that kind of thought than i could never jump in that window, there was a a large cactus growing out of the roof, the windows were smashed and you faintly see a large crack in the side of the house, there was no way that anyone would want to live there.
it was getting dark now, but my parents would be out until about 11:00pm so i wasnt worried.
i climbed in the window, my trusty video camera in hand, i switched record on and wandered around the house, suddenly it stopped working. a white, fragile figure emerged from a room, it was a pale woman, she was so pale and wore such a white nightie that she could be ghost, i sneezed from all the dust, she didnt even flinch, she must be deaf. she looked like she was looking for something.
she picked up a note book from the table, she was getting closer now, she started writing, it looked like a serious note, she rolled it up and walked out sight, i heard a long creaking noise, a slam and footsteps far to loud and heavy to be hers, they were getting closer. when she came back the note was no longer with her and she slowly went back to the room she had come from. my video camera turned back on, then, without warning she said something:
"i'll take it to my grave" and a shot rang out. I ran over to the window i had come through and leaped right through it, my friends had heard it too and were on the alert, they really thought i had been hurt, we got on our bikes and rode off. i looked back to see the shooter emerge from the house and disapear into the darkness, i could faintly hear sirens, i dont know who called the cops but i knew that we had to get out of there.
i showed up at school the next day, we were all very shaken up, everyone was talking about the murder of the old lady in the even older house, i looked at my video camera, i had seen her get shot, and it was all on tape, although a question was still in the back of my mind: was a 'who-dunnit' mystery? or was this a job for the ghostbusters?
i know that its irrational but im just wondering what caused my camera to go on the fritz? what did she mean by "i'll take it to my grave?" i knew that the story (or at least the gist) was on that note, but i needed to get to it.
i started to ask around, to see if anyone was acting suspicious, and alot of people were! but there were 2 that were quite normal, if not with their own quirks. the first i met was boy, kinda cute but not fully hot, his name was Alex, he was very into games and ghosts, if something strage ever happened he always thought that it was a ghost.
Then there was the Geek Chic girl, her name was Pheobe, she was a science geek who was the queen of rational thinking, it sometimes seems like she has no sense of humour but she's a fountain of jokes, although usually not intentionally.
as we rode our bikes to the edge of town i noticed how many people closed their shops early, although my new friends thought nothing of it.
We arrived at the house, its red bricks were the colour of blood, the thought that it was fresh blood crossed my mind, but i knew that if i had that kind of thought than i could never jump in that window, there was a a large cactus growing out of the roof, the windows were smashed and you faintly see a large crack in the side of the house, there was no way that anyone would want to live there.
it was getting dark now, but my parents would be out until about 11:00pm so i wasnt worried.
i climbed in the window, my trusty video camera in hand, i switched record on and wandered around the house, suddenly it stopped working. a white, fragile figure emerged from a room, it was a pale woman, she was so pale and wore such a white nightie that she could be ghost, i sneezed from all the dust, she didnt even flinch, she must be deaf. she looked like she was looking for something.
she picked up a note book from the table, she was getting closer now, she started writing, it looked like a serious note, she rolled it up and walked out sight, i heard a long creaking noise, a slam and footsteps far to loud and heavy to be hers, they were getting closer. when she came back the note was no longer with her and she slowly went back to the room she had come from. my video camera turned back on, then, without warning she said something:
"i'll take it to my grave" and a shot rang out. I ran over to the window i had come through and leaped right through it, my friends had heard it too and were on the alert, they really thought i had been hurt, we got on our bikes and rode off. i looked back to see the shooter emerge from the house and disapear into the darkness, i could faintly hear sirens, i dont know who called the cops but i knew that we had to get out of there.
i showed up at school the next day, we were all very shaken up, everyone was talking about the murder of the old lady in the even older house, i looked at my video camera, i had seen her get shot, and it was all on tape, although a question was still in the back of my mind: was a 'who-dunnit' mystery? or was this a job for the ghostbusters?
i know that its irrational but im just wondering what caused my camera to go on the fritz? what did she mean by "i'll take it to my grave?" i knew that the story (or at least the gist) was on that note, but i needed to get to it.
Getting know the town
my name is Aries Roth, i have moved just to the town of Kadina in Australia, i could tell the first time i saw it that it wasn't as perfect as it made itself out to be. suddenly strange things were happening, it was all happening in the high school, they were all cunning, criminals in their own right, i too was known for being edgy and unruly but the people here are acting mighty suspicious. what is that house on the edge of town that is so empty and so silent that people think they are being watched, are they ghosts? i want to find out.
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