Insanely Wicked (Jeff the Killer Story)

Chapter 1: Lost Memories

I scrunched up my nose while I thought and went through my plan for today.

The map on the table, on which I have marked the suspicious areas with red and local areas with blue, told me where this town's high school is.
To be honest, I already knew exactly where it was. I was just either nervous or hesitant to go.

I hate school but my plan after school is in order. Even though I just moved in here, I got my research stuff, such as my maps, papers from Reverie's disappearance and laptop ready an hour ago when my father woke me up for school.

Shit! School!

Ignoring the schedule for my school on the table, I make my way back to my room and make sure I hide my 'secret research room' by dragging my overly big book shelf which hid the entrance of my little secret room almost perfectly. I grab my school bag which was torn up from most places and had been sewn multiple times. I still love this bag and shall never throw it away! Because this bad boy has been with me since I was thirteen. We've been through some pretty thick stuff.

As I was going down memory lane, I quickly snapped out of my thoughts and ran downstairs, while dodging the huge boxes ready to be unpacked, to grab some breakfast father probably made. Making my way to the kitchen, I dumped my bag on the floor and quickly help myself with some waffles on the counter table.

The only reason why I am not
savouring these delicious creations is because school starts at 8.

I already knew I was late because after father woke me, I got stuck doing my detective work.

I quickly check the time from my cell phone.

It read: 7:50 a.m 

I choke on my waffles and mumble curses after chugging down a glass of water and run out of the house, swiftly dodging the boxes and obstacles.

I grab my denim jacket from the coat-hanger and ran outside.

I was in such a rush that I completely forgot to lock the front door.

My father made me the one responsible for the house during the day, as he has his nerdy stuff to do in the lab downtown.

Yes, my father is a forensic investigator who just got a promotion. That is mainly the reason why we transferred from our old town to Devil's Kettle.

A cloud forms after I breathe violently because of the cool weather and because I am failing to run faster.
I turn to the other street and ran faster since the high school was just up ahead.

As long as I keep my cool and not socialise with the teenage human species, I know I will survive. It is not the first time I have transferred school. Actually, now that I think about it, I have done it five times already. Surprisingly for a fifteen year old, of course. I am in my second year of high school and as much as it sucks, I still need to gather up information on...my sister.

I have been trying to find her for nearly two years now. It became easier for me to get a good head-start as my father is even an investigator and shared his thoughts before. But now, he never speaks a word about her. About Reverie.

I know it pains him to talk about her but, the least he can do is at least try to find her. All he ever does is his work in the police department.

That's probably why my Mom left him.
Can't blame her.

I did not know her well enough but the times she stuck around till I was four were not that bad. In the end, she left so I basically have zero thoughts about her and zero respect.