Wizards, Partying, And My Nut Job Room Mate

Chapter Two

"Aunt Edna always told me, keep making that face it'll get stuck like that, mean while I'm just standing holding my tongue tryin to talk like 'this'" Yes, Beautiful (by Eminem) is my cell phone ring tone, and it rang, I looked at the caller i.d. it was my mother, hmm I wonder if she's calling to apologize for not helping earlier....

"Hello?" It was three hours since I had witnessed a murder first-hand, I was in no mood to talk. I mean, usually a rap fan would be happy to meet someone like Wizard boy, but I hate that guy, so no, I was really about to go nuts.  Also, there was hate in my voice, it was obvious even though I had only spoken one word. You'd be angry as well if your mother decided you weren't worth any of her time!

"Johnny, I have terrible news, your grandfather died..." Her voice cracked through my phone's receptor, the words came out so eerie, I couldn't bear this, I wanted to die.

Still though, I muscled out a response, "Papa Kyle? How? I mean.."

My mom said her last words before hanging up, "A mysterious death, no one knows." After that she hung up, no "good-bye" or "farewell", nothing... I felt tears starting to come to my eyes, I was always close to my Papa, I remember when we used to go fishing... He would tell me I was doing it wrong, then take me back to the house because he had enough of kids for the day.. Really though, I don't believe I have any tear ducts, henceforth, I did not cry... I had just hit a deep depression, I was all alone in my dorm, with nothing to do.

Now, at this point, I wish Wiz was in the room, at least if he was sober, because I could use someone less intelligent than I to poke fun at, but he was off at the Nut Building picking up "girlzzz" as he calls them.  Just for your sake, I would like you to know that the building was named after the Egyptian Goddess of the Sky, not because of some seed.

Anyways, since I was yet to move a TV into our room (God forbid my roommate doing any work), I had to walk into the floor's lounge to watch some television.  I sat down on the couch in front of the TV, and clicked it on, the preset channel was Fox, and they had their news show on, fantastic, now I get to listen to a bunch of racists!

I was shocked, the top story on the news was my Papa's death, I listened closely to the words the news reporter said, these would change my life. "Kyle Layka was murdered in his Tuscan home today, police arrived after a neighbor reported the death." First of all, my grandpa was murdered, what was it with this random murder thing today? Second of all, my mom lied to me, she obviously had known what happened all day, and felt too bad to tell me... Man, oh man, what am I to do?

I decided to turn the TV off, put on my Zig Techs, and go play some basketball in the IM building, basketball never failed to cheer me up! Albeit, as soon as I thought of this idea, I shot it down.  Nothing that used to give me joy will give me joy today, this is ridiculous, so, I walked back around the corner to my dorm and pouted.

I reached my room, only to find Wiz with four other girls just laying on the floor, "Umm, sorry guys, but I was thinking bout going to sleep, can yall leave?" That was a lie, the things that I saw today, there was no chance I was going to be able to sleep.

My roommate responded, "Ahh hell naw brother! Go across the hall and hang out with those kids, what you sleeping for? Its only 11!" Man, for an ignoramus, he presented magnificent ideas!  How could I be so blind to forget that other students already moved in last week!  I walked across the hall (more like pivoted my foot out of the door), and knocked on door 213.

The door slowly creaked open, and a medium sized white adolescent was revealed, "Hey, man, you new here?"

At least somebody in this place was half decent at first sight, "Yeah, can I come in? My roommate has a small party going on in there.."

The guy responded reasonably as I continued to weigh the facts on who could've taken my Papa's life, "Yeah, sure I'm Alex, I actually don't have a roommate, crash here whenever." We walked in his room, a few posters hung on his wall, a New York Yankees poster, and a Jeff Gordon poster, his birthday written beneath it, August Fourth.

Today was August Fouth! I suddenly put together a few pieces to the puzzle, it had to be someone who was close to my Papa that killed him! I saw online yesterday that it was Barack Obama's birthday today!  My Papa had publicly made fun of Obama, and made racist jokes about him... He hated NASCAR, and as my "Famous Birthday's" app reminded me, it wasn't just Obama's and Gordon's birthday, it was also Kurt Busch's birthday, also a famous NASCAR driver.

It was so fitting that someone kill him on the day that so many of his despisistions were celebrating their birthday!  If I was not sold on the idea yet, that someone involved with the famous figures killed him, I was completely sold when I realized it was also Roger Clemens birthday... Ever since the Mitchell report came out, my Papa had blogged about how Clemens (steroid user) should be persecuted for life!  Lets just say, my Papa hated juice!

While these ideas seemed to help me figure out the enigma, I still didn't have the slightest inkling as to who exactly killed him, but I vowed to myself to find out, I was excited about the turn of events that happened, until the flashback of the murder I witnessed earlier played over in my mind.  I suddenly lost a lot of hope, questions raised in my mind "How do you know its not just a series of coincidences?" or "Even if a person did choose this date for those reasons, how do you figure out who killed him?"  This was a terrible day, I opened the door to solving it, and it slammed shut right in my face.

"Dude, are you okay? I asked you a question! I-I- I've been standing here for about two minutes waiting for a reply, what the hell is going on here?"  Alex pinched me, trying to get me to pay any attention at all. I don't blame him because I had gone into an ecstasy trying to put these clues into some form of an answer, and totally forgot about the rest of the world...

"No, I'm not okay."  My actions just happened, I don't know why I said what I said.

"You better be okay, because you could be the next one to die, and probably will be too."  The voice came from inside my head, my skin tingled, as if sensing something bad was going to happen again.

Befored descending deeper into the guy's room, I turned around for no reason at all, and saw Wiz  in the door way, with a cigarette in his mouth, "Hey, yo, this chick in there claims that her grand-dad just got murdered, she got all teary, anyone know how to shut a crying girl up?"

Man, I hate that guy, I never noticed what any of the girls in the room looked like, but I now realized that it was my cousin in there... Wiz , seriously brought my cousin into our room, trying to kiss her, again, I will get revenge. "Idiot, that's my cousin in there!"

Cali replied, "Oh, she's hot, and she's mine bro!" Not for long she won't be. I can promise that.

And the chapter ends with an author's note: This chapter is a lot different than the previous one, as a lot of information was given, all these birthdate's are correct by the way! Any confusion? I'm sure there is, just comment with any questions!