Little Miss Not So Perfect

5- Computer Murderer

"No..." I searched desperately around the room. "No, no, no, this can't be!"

My laptop. My beautiful laptop. Gone, no where to be found. Finally I couldn't take it anymore.

"Daaaad!" I yelled, as I ran down the flight of stairs. "Dad, Dad, Dad!"

"What on earth is the matter Becca?" He asked as I barged into the room.

There it sat, on his desk, right next to a cup of hot coffee that could easily be spilled, short circuiting my laptop, and erasing my life's work. I took in a deep shaky breath.

"Dad," I stepped forward slowly, "Move the coffee cup. Please."

His eyebrows furrowed, then focused his eyes on the coffee cup, centimeters away from my laptop.

He rolled his eyes "Really Becca, I'm not going to-" His hand knocked the cup, it tilted over, coffee pouring over the laptop.

I stood there speechless, staring in shock. That did not just happen. This is a dream, a terrible, terrible dream.

"Oops." Was all the murderer said.

"You killed her." I whispered. Staring in horror at my precious baby, now dead.

"Come now Becca, don't be so dramatic," he said warily.

"You're a murderer." I felt tears threatening in my eyes.

Now is not the time to show tears, be strong. I bravely blinked away my tears.

"It was an accident!" He testified, "I just needed to check my e-mail. I'm so sorry."

"What will I do now?" I wondered aloud, "I can't go on like this."

"We can fix it." He pleaded.

Noah walked into Dad's office, and took in the crime scene before him, he shoot Dad a look of pity. "Woah Dad, you're in for it big time." He grinned.

I had nothing left to say. I sat down, defeated into the leather chair, staring at my coffee drenched computer.

"All my life's work. Gone. By a careless hand, and poisoned with the dreaded caffeine." I said theatrically.

"We can get it fixed Becca." My dad assured.

"Yes, but will she be the same after Death, or will Death had changed her?" I asked.

"I'm pretty sure all your stuff is saved on it." He stated.

"I hold you to your word, Murderer." I said, and left without a look back.

In my room I dialed Jason's number.

"Hey Becca, we missed you in school today. How was shopping with Mason yesterday?" He asked cheerfully.

I smiled inspite of myself, "Good, completely changed my look." I boasted.

"Again?" He asked.

" Yes Sir." I laughed.

"So how was your day?" He asked, as a therapist would ask their mental patient.

I recapped and told him the whole scene in my day's office. He burst into fits of warm laughter.

"It's not funny!" I argued.

" It was a bit theatrical of you though," he laughed again, "Oh how I wish I was there."

" Wanna go to the park we used to go to all the time when we were little?" I asked. It was ten at night, and I hardly ever got to spend time with Jason by myself, and I didn't even get to see him yesterday because he was already swamped with homework two days into the school year. The problems of a prep school kid.