Emma raised her hand, her palm outstretched.
Then she took out the notebook from her schoolbag.
The room was tense with anticipation, everyone's eyes fixed on her.
"Observe," she said mysteriously, as if she was a witch that was going to show an ancient spell. She had a determined look on her face. She looked at the criminals and spoke in a clear, confident voice.
"The notebook can answer any question that is written in it," she declared calmly, as if she had just said the most reasonable thing in the world.
The criminals looked at each other in surprise, confusion in their expressions. Even low-class individuals like them seemed to have a human expression.
"Any question?" the leader asked, his voice filled with doubt.
"That's right," Emma replied, a sly smile on her face.
"Any question. As long as it's written in the notebook, it will provide the answer."
She explained, her voice confident and sure.
The criminals looked at each other again, this time with interest.
If this was true, the notebook could provide them with all the information they needed to carry out their criminal activities without getting caught, turning their plans into a DIY guide for aspiring criminals.
"Prove it," the leader of the organization insisted hard. He didn’t trust a random teen, especially a gothic one like Emma, with black nails and clothes.
"Of course, right away sir," Emma answered in a cynical voice of submission.
After a few minutes of embarrassing reveals about random members of the organization they all agreed that the notebook is a special tool.
"So, I'll meet you here tonight at midnight, you shall give me the money and I'll give you this precious thing, what do you say?"
"We have a deal, little brat."
he said with a big smug smile, Emma responded with a sly face, as she walked to the other side of the room, and got out with fast long steps.
"You are one hell of a girl, aren't you?" Mr. note wrote those words with a big space between them, increasing their meaning.
"So true, dude." she said and stretched her bones.
"Well, they seriously don't know that tonight event going to crush their faces." Emma added enjoying her own fantasies.
"Now, we need to send an anonymous message to the police to be in this damn alley exactly at midnight, and Boom! those dumbass are totally screwed! they deserve it!"
Emma repeated her plan over and over again in a kinda weird loop.
"So, how are you going to do it?" Mr. Note touched a valid point.
"Well, it's not a problem I guess, I'll just call from a public payphone and disguise my voice."
"I think it would be okay," Mr. Note agreed.
It was half an hour before midnight. Emma was in the street. Her mother and brothers were in a little vacation, so she had no problem to do whatever she wanted.
She hid in a close street, next to the criminals alley.
It was kinda hilarious the fact that she found Mr. Note in an alley, and also used him in another alley.
Conclusion, alleyways are the best!
While she was waiting to the big show, AKA the police arresting the bunch assholes organization, she imagined their stupid faces realizing her sassy trick.
She just was in a weird emo mood , hearing rock ballad songs about the horrible things in the world, and she fucking loved it.
It felt like forever when she finally saw the boss and his two deputies breaking out from their hiding place, standing confidentially.
Then, after two minutes, policemen burst into the alleyway with guns and harsh faces. A sweet sound of sirens filled the air as the police surrounded the unfortunate alleyway. For Emma, it sounded like music.
"Let the mess begin." Emma whispered to herself sassily, grinning in satisfaction.
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A Notebook From Hell
रहस्य / थ्रिलरEmma's life was always boring and miserable. She at one point put up with it because she had one person who didn't hate her, moreover somone who loved her, her dear father. But everything changes after he dies in a car accident. Emma now remains a...
