Cleaning Out My Closet

Capter Ten

Holy cow has it been a while since I uploaded! I'm sorry about that everybody, I know there were a few of you expecting this a while back but I just got so caught up in school and my medical problems. I hope that this newly finished chapter will help make up for my lack of attendance on this wonderful site. Please enjoy and as always review, vote, and fan!

Write on,

Kelsi

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The question is the morning after.

                -Kofi Annan

The next day, I found myself once again sitting at the family computer, staring at a Microsoft Word document. I’d had so many things I planned to say to my fellow students in the beginning, but as I sat here, I drew a blank.

Frustrated, I exited out of the document and opened up Internet Explorer instead, browsing aimlessly through web pages. Suddenly a thought came to me, and I went to Google and typed in Brad Nicholson.  Several pages showed up that I didn’t feel like searching through, so I narrowed my search to my hometown. I came up with an article dated from two days ago.

Brad Nicholson, seventeen, was found on a rural dirt road early Thursday morning by a young couple, who have chosen to remain anonymous at this time. There were lacerations covering his torso and face, bruises on face and arms, and clothing taken. He was taken immediately to the emergency room and treated for his injuries. At this point, the cause of this crime is yet to be reported, and Nicholson hasn’t provided any information nor will his parents, and an ongoing investigation is in process. If you have any information, please contact the sheriff’s office immediately. 

I reread the short article again, biting my lip as I looked at the picture of Brad off to the side. He was good looking, with brown shaggy hair that hung in his eyes, stylish glasses that framed blue eyes I realized were exactly like Gloria’s, and a goofy smile. It was his yearbook picture which never really looks much like the real person, but it was enough that I recognized him from the few times I’d seen him in the hall. He was always nice to others but relatively low on the popularity list, and I wondered again what could’ve happened to him.

My phone, sitting on the desk in front of me, skittered across the surface as it vibrated and I picked it up to check the text message I’d received.

Ok wat happened last nite??? Was Nina’s grammatically incorrect question.

What do u mean? I replied, not doing much better. A few minutes later, my phone did another little dance and I read the message.

Braxton, at ur house, my older bro heard from his gf. Howd that happen??

I groaned. Nothing in this town was private.

We were gonna hang out this wknd, but he lost my number n stopped by to get it n we ended up watching movies rly late.

Dude wtf? Uv been holding out on me L Nina replied. I had to smile, because really I hadn’t been holding out anything. Braxton’s visit had been a surprise to me, and it wasn’t like me and Nina were very close anyway. We hung out at school and at that one party, but we didn’t really talk outside of school.

Sry lol didn’t no ud wanna no. I found my spelling deteriorating quickly as we texted, but I wasn’t paying much attention.

Course I do, now fill me in, Nina replied, and I could practically hear the command in her voice.