Murder in the Dark

Murder in the Dark 7

I'm SO SO SOOOOOOO sorry for this extremely long delay! I've been so busy, but I'll try to update more often from now on!! My life has just been really hectic lately :/ Well anyways, I hope this chapter isn't too boring. Trust me, the story plot will speed up soon enough >:)

The excitement of the morning vanished, and the rest of my classes passed normally. "Normally" generally means me drawing cartoons in my notebook the whole class period, and missing out on the teacher's lectures. Hey, it's better than learning! I mean seriously, where's the fun in that? Unfortunately, my stomach began to grumble and groan halfway through fourth hour. Students whipped around to look at me with a smirk and a chuckle. I wrapped my arms tightly around my abdomen, embarrassed at the volume of its cries for nourishment. When I couldn't wait any longer for lunch, the bell rang-heaven to my ears. I probably looked like an antelope as I bounded out of the classroom and rushed to the cafeteria, but I was way past caring. Impatiently, I nibbled on my lip while waiting in line. The lunch ladies certainly looked at me, amused as I grabbed my food-pizza, chocolate milk, a fruit cup, and a piece of bread-as if I would starve without it. My metabolism is quite fast, so I become hungry often. It can be a curse like the situation I was presently in, but it definitely has its perks. Basically, I eat like a pig, but I'm able to get away with it, and still keep my slim figure. Score! 

I glided to the table in the lunch room that my friends and I normally sit at, and sank into the chair, relieved. Eagerly, I began to dig into my food like a feasting lion. Sam joined me not soon afterwards with my friend, Krista not far behind. Krista, Sam, and I have always been the best of friends ever since we were in third grade. We were in the same class, but we didn't really get to know each other until one day at recess. All the boys were playing ball while the girls were all playing with their imaginary friends. How shocking that I didn't have an imaginary friend-note my sarcasm. Boldly, I strode over to the guys and demanded to be allowed to play ball with them. They sneered at me, thinking that I was a mere "weak little girl". Sam spoke up, wanting to see what I could do. Reluctantly, the boys let me join, and boy did they regret it. Let's just say I smoked their stuck up little behinds! Curious, the girls had walked over to see what the big commotion was about. All the guys were accusing me of cheating. Krista finally piped up, 'You're all a big bunch of sissies who can't admit that you were beaten by a girl!' After a lot of muttering, everyone dispersed leaving behind me, Sam, and Krista. We didn't even have to say anything; we just picked up the ball and began to play. 

Krista and Sam have changed a lot from their third grade selves, but we are still just as close. While Krista is more of a girly girl, she still has no problem with the rough personalities of Sam and me. "How's it going?" Krista asked, sitting down across from me and breaking me from my memories. 

"Good," I replied, taking another large bite out of my slice of pizza. 

"Hungry are we?" Krista chuckled, unzipping her lunch box and pulling out a perfectly made salad from home-that's Krista. 

"You should've heard my stomach during Science," I groaned. 

"Knowing you and your stomach, I bet everyone was worried that an explosion was occurring in the lab," Krista chuckled. 

"Haha, very funny," I retorted. 

Krista stifled her grin and quickly changed the subject. It was smart of her, but then again she's known me for a long time, so she knows the full extent of my temper. "Are you excited for the lock-in on Friday?" she asked, casually while tucking a strand of her dark brown hair behind her ear. I was so jealous of her hair. Hers looked rich and thick while mine looked frizzy and puffy. Krista's hair was naturally wavy, but not to the extent of mine which looked like a bird had just nested in it. It may sound like an exaggeration, but it's not. Trust me, I wish it were, but God knows I never get what I wish for.