It was the warmest day it has been all spring. Nevaeh and her friends were in English class learning about dialogue or ,something.
"Jax," I whispered to him, who sits right next to me in English. "This lesson could not take any longer," I exclaimed to him "We know all this stuff". As my teacher hesitated to say "pack up" everyone had already begun to do so. This was the last period of the day so we all began to walk home.I was thinking out loud because that was my special talent. My thoughts sounded something like, "la de da" and out of nowhere, I said something off. "Guys is there a weird vibe out here or is that just me." They replied in unison "No". Turning around all at the same time,( which when you think about it might have been the weird part but anyway) to see nothing, but the cracks of the desert road and how the sky had barely shifted colors from 9 am. Being confused we continued the rest of the walk talking about our day before English. Ace said " I failed my math test today." The rest of us said yeah and held thumbs up in sarcasm. Because somehow that's what society had turned into, sarcasm. Eventually, after a walk that felt like forever, we arrived at my house. Me, Jax, Ace, and Elias had been friends since kindergarten. I couldn't tell you how this 4 core relationship would end but I knew it wasn't gonna soon.
We were beginning our homework from English work that usually took 4/5 hours, for individuals. Us working together took a little more than an hour. The only reason it took more than an hour though is because of me and the 3 boys. We had finished pretty early today and were debating on whether we should watch a movie or gossip. Watching tv was fun but gossiping about the wonderfully awkward and weird things of the day seemed better. I walked away to use the bathroom hoping that they wouldn't talk about something too good. I didn't realize how long I had been in the bathroom until I heard something that made my heart skip a beat. I hurried out of the bathroom and peeked around the corner to see someone had broken into my house. With a gun, so I called 911. The 911 operator sounded like he didn't want to be at his job. Until I told her what was going on, she said "I have been waiting for something suspenseful to happen all day." Saying, I said "that someone with a gun had broken into my house." Ok, they had arrived in about 2 minutes or so saying we don't live that far from a police station. But, while I was waiting for them to arrive I heard my friends and the other person having an intense conversation. Sounded like they were even arguing. The stranger asked, "Is there anybody else here?" All my friends replied "no". I must have had to step on the wrong floorboard because he heard me. He tiptoed around the corner so I wouldn't hear him. Immediately he found me and I thought that it was all over. He was looking for something called a " viscos". I thought I was dead until The police kicked down my door, and to see an officer I had known my whole life, was a relief. He repeatedly specifically told me that I knew. I replied that I didn't every time. Then the weirdest thing happened. The stranger killed the police officer with no gun.
After everything had been cleared up my friends went home except for Elias. Me and him talked about what happened until almost dawn, we didn't realize how late or should I say how early it was. The next day at school we had a huge test and all of us failed with a zero. We had to explain to the principal why we all failed and when we told her the story out loud she thought it was made up. We couldn't blame her though it sounded like we met up the night before and planned this, it's all what happened. When the principal asked us nicely to stop lying we said "we weren't." She called our parents and of course, they were all together as normal. They told the principal that we weren't lying and out of shock, she told us that we could go. As she continued on the phone with all of our parents we couldn't help to notice that the people we had told this story to probably didn't believe us. This realization put me in doubt as I thought about what happened last night. After school that day, Me and the gang were doing homework and my brother Kilo walked in. He works at the FBI ( Federal Bureau of Investigation), so I rarely see him. To my surprise he wasn't tired or anything, I say this only because whenever the rare time that I do see him he is extremely past exhausted. Noticing my friends were still interested in news that was probably fabricated. Honestly, I couldn't help myself. I jumped into his arms and I couldn't help thinking stuff such as Did you get fired? Are you moving back here permanently? Nothing I said out loud, of course, that would be rude. Out of all the people in the world at this point, I was happiest to see him. We talked for hours until it was me, him, and Elias. My brother went to sleep not too long after and me and Elias had another all-nighter. Yesterday was Friday which meant today was Saturday. I did hate Saturdays though but this one was extremely calm. Better than usual, Elias was gone before sunrise and I was doing weekend homework. Can't recall what all happened last night, but I remembered that my brother was home. I went to jump on his bed but he wasn't there. I called Jax on the phone first then Ace. I was thinking about calling Elias but then I realized that he had been up all night and that would be rude. I wanted to go on an adventure and accomplish two things. Find Kilo and find out what the stranger that broke into my house meant. The first part of this adventure was easy. My mom told me that Kilo had gone back to work which made me kind of sad but I moved on. Now Me and my friends went down to the police station and asked the police what they knew about the person that broke into my house. After a group sye, they said "All that they knew was that he was mental." I was confused because I could have sworn that I told them about what he said to me. I was about to tell them about the viscos thing but something inside of me told me that was a terrible idea. I couldn't figure out why at first but I had to trust my gut. My friends asked me why I didn't tell the police and I said that the police did not need to know everything. I honestly couldn't explain it so that's why I lied. Now we were stuck, nowhere to start at all. We went to the library out of curiosity and looked around till we found the dictionary. We looked up the word viscos. There were two definitions, one was "commune in France" but the other was the secret apun. I didn't know what I meant but knowing that Elias is a history nerd, I gave him a call. To my surprise, he answered "yes". "Um sorry for bothering you but do you know any sort of history about the word viscos?" I said. Elias said " yes, viscos is one of the code words they used in world war 1. The word meant, "to be reborn." My main question was what does that mean but, he didn't know. World war one had been so long ago. There was no one alive that was there in world war 1. We said our goodbyes and hung up the phone. We went our separate ways Jax and Ace went home and so did I. I was thinking about what Elias said and what the stranger said. What viscos meant and how it was used then Elias came through my door. I was not in a good mood so instead of greeting them like I normally would I just asked him what he wanted. He said I was being rude so I apologize. He said " I spent all day since you asked me to research viscos." I jumped off of the couch while I was laying feeling depressed of some sort. Anyway jumping up "I said really? What did you find?" "Lots," he replied. He had collected multiple pages of data but we both passed out before we talked about anything. Sunday we had church and Elias came with us. The church is usually pretty nice but today I was in a rush. I wanted to hear what Elias had to say, but the most unfortunate thing happened, Elias's power went out and all of the work that he saved got deleted. Also when we were drinking water last night it spilled and tarnished all of the papers he had to show me, so there was no evidence of what he found whatsoever. Day 2 of our investigation began. We went to other libraries. This time it was just Me and Elias. After long hours of searching and not finding anything, we went to a dinner called "The 908". We had great food and talked about our English teacher. Our English teacher was bad at her job. She barely knew the curriculum, and always let us fool around. She hated most of the kids in the class except for the two kids named, Kidan and Dennis, which was unfair. They had the lowest grades in the class and always interrupted the class. We both burst into laughter talking about everything. After food, we were sitting and talking about where to go next and we saw the most outrageous thing on the news. The breaking that happened to me happened to some else named Patric Hayes. I honestly didn't believe that this could happen until Patric showed up on Tv saying the thing I wouldn't tell the cops. Patric said " He said the word Viscos" I died at that moment. The TV station said that Patric was at the police station so I went over there. They let me in because I was a source of knowledge in the case. Elias was allowed in as well. We talked to Mr.Patric and we found out the name of the guy. His name was Adam Ferguson. Honestly, he told us that he didn't tell the police his name, and I felt an instant connection. The police let Patric go after hours and we talked about the break-ins. I feel bad for my friend whom I had been slightly ignoring because I was interested in Patrick. Even though I was 15 and he was 26, I could tell I liked him, platonically. After Patric went home I apologized to Elias because he was ignored all day.(After the dinner) He said " There is no need for an apology. I understand that we were supposed to be investigating this today and got distracted ." Elias went home because it was a school night and said "he'd see me in the morning." At school the next day I couldn't focus. I was thinking about Patric and other stuff. Me and Jax were talking in English today and I told him about everything that happened yesterday. Jax was offended that he wasn't there but at the same time happy for me, but Ace was even happier for me. Everyone was very quiet today in English and I felt very awkward. After class that day we walked home with frowns on our faces, but smiles in our hearts. We didn't go straight to Elias's house as planned, we walked to a convenience store. After searching for a while, we decided to get slushies and chocolate. After the store, we walk and walk home. That day was strange because another break-in happened, while we were at school. So when we were watching the news and saw this I jumped aggressively out of my seat and went down the hall. My friends were shocked but not as much as me. I walked back into the living room and Elias asked me to talk. So we went into another room down the hall. Elias intriguingly asked "Can you keep a secret?" I replied "yes" with a doubt of his secret. Not knowing what it could be. He said " I know the person that broke into your house." Not being able to keep this down I screeched "WHAT". "Keep it down," Elias whispered to me. Honestly, my shock and waterfall of emotions couldn't care less, but I was a good friend and I told him that I could keep his secret. Why would he not tell me sooner and why would he keep this secret from me. Not knowing if he just found out I tried to patiently wait for his explanation. Elias explained that "He was looking at his family tree out of curiosity and found out that his great-great-grandfather's last name was Ferguson." I was doubting him because 1 in 1884 had the last name, Ferguson, in the U.S. alone. That information was from past research at the library. Elias's family were hoarders apparently because they still had black and white pictures of their elders from somewhat 80 years ago. I didn't believe him in fact, there was no way that I could believe him until he showed me the picture. I almost died when I saw the picture. It was him, Adam Ferguson. At about the same he looked now, I screamed I literally couldn't help it. My friends came running into the room that Elias and I were in. "What's going on here?" They all asked. "Nothing" with a chuckle me and Elias said together. "Sureee '' they said in disbelief. While we were walking back into the living room and had an intense stare. My friends seemed untrustworthy towards us and it made me feel like a bad friend. I quietly asked Elias how long he knew of this information and he doubtingly said, " About three weeks." The actual breaking had happened 4 weeks, 4 days, and 17 hours ago, but who was counting. Unsure I wanted to ask perhaps why he didn't tell me but I was interrupted by the sound of my mom's voice. She had brought us Taco Bell which was on her way home from work. With thanks, I went to go and eat with my friends, but I noticed that Elias didn't seem like wanted to sit right next to me like usual. So instead I sat by Ryanne, who had happened to be there today for a group project from English. Me and Ryanne talked about Dennis and Kaidan who had been way more annoying today than usual. So when I told ryanne about this she acted as if she didn't notice. I asked her are you ok and she replied with "yeah, of course." Talking never felt the same with Ryanne then with the boys but that's because I didn't know her. Not that I didn't want to, but I spent all my time with the boys. This made me think a lot about how I was spending my time and how I could probably manage it differently. Even though I was in a good conversation with Ryanne I couldn't stop thinking about my talk with Elias. How could he keep this away from me, it wasn't like him. Elias couldn't keep a secret since he was little, not even his own. School the next day was quite boring, Elias and I had intense stares all day but we didn't talk today. Was it just me or was today slugging away. I kept catching myself staring at the clock waiting for periods to go by, not knowing how long it was going to take. My brain is struggling to think. It was finally the period before English. 6th and all I had to do was get through it. My 6th period was my elective and I had Spanish.
