Never Trust a Truman

Chapter 12

The next day at school when Rachelle was able to, she received the chance to meet up with her friends in the hallway.

"Hey Rachelle. Is everything alright? Do you feel okay now?" asked Lyndsay first thing when Rachelle arrived.

"Yeah, everything's all good now. Troy came to talk to me and it all turned out pretty good," answered Rachelle with a smile. Troy and Rachelle flashed each other a big grin as he linked his arm around her neck. As Rachelle began to explain the reason for her running away into town, Troy immediattely cut her off with a question.

"You were involved in an attempt of kidnapping?" he frantically threw the question out into the mid air. He threw his arm away from her neck and stared her down with a pair of worry eyes. Also, he wasn't the only one shocked with speechlessness: Ryan and Lyndsay were just as surprised.

"Well, yes but that's not the point," answered Rachelle trying her best to settle Troy down to keep him from going crazy. Troy couldn't believe her for not calling or texting him for safety.

"No it's not. The point is that you didn't call or text me to come help you or save you," said Troy becoming more worried.

"Well I would have just I didn't really get the chance. I also didn't want to ruin the rest of your night because of my 'defenseless' self," mentioned Rachelle.

"To be honest, I would rather have the rest of my night ruined by having to save you than to lose you to a kidnapper." Rachelle, along with the other three of her buddies, were as blank as space in the back of their thoughts. Troy took in and out a deep breath, shook everything out of his body, and turned into a good friend. He moved next beside to Rachelle and gave her a quick hug of trust.

"I'm just glad you're safe, and you were managed to escape from the attempt," he said with barely a half smile. After them two shared a hug, Ryan quickly thought that it was a time to let out a big one. "Well...group hug!" he cried out with cheeriness and happiness. The mystery gang spreaded out their arms as far as their wingspan and brought in the hug closer together. After several minutes later of having one of those moments, Rachelle suddenly broke herself free from the group. She just knew that there was something and other things that still needed to be dealt with.

"Ray, now what's wrong?" Lyndsay rapidly and worriedly questioned with curiousity.

"There's still a few things that need to be taken care of," replied Rachelle. "I definitely know that there's this one specific thing that we need to do."

"What is it?" asked Ryan becoming more involved within the murder.

"I feel like we still need some answers to some questions," reported Rachelle, knownig that they're definitely not done with this murder case just yet. Lyndsay, Troy, and Ryan soon thought that there was nothing else that they could do.

"Ray, what are you saying?" interrupted Lyndsay.

"I'm saying that we need to question some more people. Not all of this adds up in my opinion. Besides, I still need to hear the story of one last person," answered Rachelle.

"Who could we possibly need to interview?" screeched Ryan crossing his arms up to his abs. Rachelle softly rolled her eyes while slying her mouth half way. She slid out a mugshot of the next suspect from her school binder. Once she pulled out the image, she handed it off to Lyndsay. Ryan and Troy gathered around up to Lyndsay in order to get a good look at the picture. When them three took a look, their eyes widened up a little bit as they very slowly raised up their heads to Rachelle. They stared at her for a couple of seconds, took another look down at the image, and raised up their eyes back towards Rachelle. They were suddenly dead silent with having nothing to say. Rachelle was filled with eagerness to get a response out of her friends.