The life of an Indefinite Playerr

Chapter 22

The following day came, and Macarena called indeed. We talked for hours and hours with her dark face lighting up my phone. Days went on and sleeping late became a habit as I spent all my after school hours giggling on the phone, falling in love with Macarena once again. The spark we lost was ignited again and our relationship was reborn - the feeling came as sea waves crashing on the beach.

On a Wednesday the following week, I had woke up late and hastily preparing for school. As I was running around the house, the doorbell rang. I rushed to open it.  When I got there, the was no one - just a red box on the doormat. I looked around first to see if anyone was around, then slowly picked it up. I went inside and sat on the kitchen chair, and read the note placed on top.

"She wanted you to have it, you'll need it someday."

I hurriedly opened the small gift box with the hope it was one of my mother's souvenir boxes (her favourite one) and then I found a bullet inside. I dropped it and held my chest tight. I then hurried to lock the door, and peeped to see if anyone was watching me. I went on and looked closely at the bullet and had my name printed on it, only it had "snr" at the end. I hesitated; I didn't know what to do. Who would be out to kill me? Could have been my mother's death be staged also?

"Senior," I murmured to myself in confusion, "Patrick Senior." Patrick was my father's second name, then they chose to name me after him. I sat down again and gulped down a glass of water and gazed at the wall. I picked up the note again, "she wanted you to have it, you'll need it someday." I sighed. I felt like my shadow was creeping up the walls. I took my glasses off.

Beep. Beep.
A horn went outside my yard and shook me off my thoughts, then a squeaky voice followed shouting, "Starr, get out we're late." I took a washcloth and wiped my sweaty face.
It was Amanda, and then I started to wonder since when she and Rashin started picking me up outside my house.

I slowly grabbed my school bag and went out the door and locked it behind me. I turned to Rashin who had a hand, out of the window of his Camaro '78. I went in, sat down and stared out the window as he drove to school. To my disappointment, we were late and had detention.

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"So being late is a thing these days," the scrawny looking lady exclaimed as I strolled into the detention room. My eyes scanned the place and noticed everyone was present except for me. After getting late, and spending an hour with the principal, it was decided that we would all get a 30-minute detention, right when the bell rings. After the bell ringing, the history teacher saw it fit to have inside her class and lecture me for a good 10 minutes about grief.

"Sorry ma'am," I muttered.

"It's okay, you'll just get an extra 30 minutes. Hand in your phone before you sit down and strictly no talking."

As I went to sit down, I saw Rashin pass a note to Amanda, she read it and then blushed - they were utterly in love. The reason we late apparently this morning is because they needed a quick make out session that lasted for the whole morning. I found a seat next to the window and stared outside. The bullet was still overcoming every thought that came through my mind. Strange thing I didn't know who to tell. Maybe if I went to the police station, they would be able to track it like they do in those detective documentaries.

Puck!
A crunched paper hit my head. I unwrapped it and noticed something written inside, "Still grieving your mom out of that window?" I raised my head and looked at Amanda, but she was too busy blushing to the notes and spent time replying to them. I turned my head towards the back and saw a dark-haired yellow bone blushing. An angel in person. A sky full of stars. A queen in royal attire. A mermaid at a river rock. Her nose ring reflected the sun on her small pointy nose complementing her pointy ears and her smile glowing white. She waved and started scribbling something, then she threw the paper at me, and I managed to catch it.