I waited in the truck for Justin. He was checking us out of the hotel. I looked outside, people were gathering around the alleyway. There were police too. It was only when I woke up this morning did I realize I could be found out by the police. Well, as luck would have it, it was raining outside. Any fingerprints I might have left or DNA samples that might have fallen off, were washed away in the morning's rain. It was still raining. They were scrambling to get tarps up. I couldn't help but laugh. The door opened and Justin sat in the passenger's side.
“What's going on over there?” He asked me. I shrugged my shoulders.
“I don't know.” I hated lying to him, but there wasn't really a choice. I started the truck up and drove us home. The drive home always seems faster than the ride up. It's kind of strange really. The only difference were the road blocks. Police had set up road blocks on all exits and entrances. I had to stop my car and roll down my windows. A man that looked vaguely familiar came up to my window.
“Well, hello again. I wish we could have met again under different circumstances.” It was Zander. He had a suspicious look in his eyes. Could he possibly know it was me?
“What do you mean?” I asked curiously. As if I didn't know what this was about.
“We have to check vehicles for anyone that could have murdered the young girl in the alley.”
“Is that what's going on? A young girl was murdered?” Justin asked over my shoulder.
“I'm afraid so. We can't let anyone by without a solid alibi and some DNA.” They had to be kidding me. Because I'm smart, I know that the rain would have washed away any DNA particles and I know the police didn't get there until after it rained. Sure, I'll give you a DNA sample and a good alibi.
“I'm fine with that. What kind of sample do you want?”
I'm finally home. I gave him a solid alibi of I went for a walk, saw Rachel in the alley and wanted to have a fight with her, thought better of it, and returned to the hotel. It was deemed right, I had to give a hair sample and was then allowed home after revealing my full name and home address.
It really sickened me when Justin was sad over Rachel's death. I really wanted to argue with him, but he was just so cute. I just can't ever stay mad at him. I still can't believe he mourned over her. It makes me wonder if he really did like her. What if he did? Then I'm glad I got rid of her when I did! Justin will know that he loves me soon. His mind is just confused. Perfectly natural really.
Mr. Allen came over and we began out tutoring session. It was Math day. Yay. I completely fail at Math, suck at Science, rock at English, and am completely epic in History or Social Studies. My favorite subject. My favorite time period in history is Medieval. I keep thinking that the world would be so much better if we just went back to those times. The romantic love, daring sword fights, knights of valor, kings of honor and horror, mysterious stranger's that help in mysterious ways, taverns, and the sexy as hell clothes, well, some of the clothes. Some were just plain ugly. I wonder if people were gay back then? Huh, I'll have to ask him about that tomorrow when we continue our lesson.
“Dylan, stop day-dreaming and focus. I'm giving you a test next week. You need to be prepared. Do the worksheet.” I glared at him and wrote down on my worksheet. Order of operations was not new to me. I found it very boring to learn right now. Could he be any more annoying? He seems to think that learning math is more important than my creative day dreaming mind. My head snapped over as I heard the door open and shut quietly. Couldn't be mom, she's working. I looked at Mr. Allen, he looked behind me towards the hallway.
“You expecting company or something?” I asked him. He shook his head. If he was, I was going to say thanks for asking.
I saw Mr. Allen get up and head towards the hallway. I saw his figure disappear. I heard voices, but couldn't make it out. Well, I'm not a good listener, I'm also curious. I got up and stealthily walked towards the hallway. I continued down the hall until it turned. Down that hall was the door. The voices were clear now. I pressed my back against the wall and listened. Mom?