Star Pupil

Chapter thirteen

Holy shit!! Jesse Pinkman just barged into Gale Boetticher's home and shot him!!! For a TV show cliffhanger ending, I DID NOT see that coming! Not to mention the fact that Skyler White already knows about Walter's secret as a "blue crystal" distributor and he had just became a father to a newborn girl for fucks sake!

Even though he was a bit weird in Malcolm in the Middle, I definitely consider Bryan Cranston to be one of the best "leading man" actors I've ever watched on TV. He should have been in Shutter Island if Ben Kingsley didn't play that mad doctor or even The Hitcher if Sean Bean wasn't the psycho hitchhiker.

That's my wee review outta the way. Turning off my PS3 and TV then my bedroom light, I closed my door and walked downstairs – phone, key and £20 in my short pockets. I wonder if Zara's outside, cause she did say she'll meet me at 5. I opened up and just spotted her walking towards the driveway.

"Hey!" said Zara, who smiled and waved at me. She's got that black leather jacket she wore last night, not to mention her beautiful red hair is accompanied by nice eye shadow, red lips and this "Deep South gals" outfit on. People would think she actually from the Deep South...IF she had a Stetson hat on.

"Uh....iz diz a bad time??" I jokingly asked her in a black gangster accent. "Cuz I had a bad dawg...chewin muh azz off! And he'll chew yo azz off...if it seez you!" This left her giggling. "So, ready to take that bus?" I asked her in my normal voice, stepping out of the house.

"Yeah, are you?" asked Zara. "Sure am." I replied, closing the door behind me. Soon as I got up to Zara, we started walking down towards the end of the path, smiling casually.

"So how are you?" Zara asked me. "Good, thanks. Just watched the end of season 3 of Breaking Bad." I replied. "Is that the one where Jesse Pinkman kills the guy, whadoyacallhim?" Zara asked me. "Gale Boetticher. Yeah, I'm looking forward to season 4." I said. "So how are you? Did Mr. Gallagher gave you shit?"

Zara then told me that the entire school thinks I have gone crazy and even Mr. Gallagher instructed her to keep away from me. "I couldn't tell him that we got chased by the school pupil guy, cause he'll might suspend me too." said Zara. "I don't blame you. Anything could have happened to us, you know." I said.

Feeling bad about what happened; I apologized to Zara for not saving Mr. Seville or the rest of the caretakers. "Jake, you can't blame yourself for what happened to them. None of this was your fault. We'll try and get it sorted out." She said.

Just as we turned right to walk down to Worlsey Village, I finally noticed how different the sky looked in dusk. It's like one second it's bright now it's gotten darker every minute.

The weather kinda felt a bit different from what it felt like in the last week. Maybe it's due to the fact I'm in a pair of t-shirt and shorts in the middle of Autumn.

"Does your mum know about this yet?" Zara asked me. "No, she doesn't know. She doesn't come back until tomorrow morning. Hopefully, by then, we'll have evidence to prove to her and Mr. Gallagher that I'm not crazy." I said.

"How is this gonna work?" Zara asked me, while we crossed over the road. I didn't organize this aspect of the whole plan out. Well, think of a shortcut approach and go with the flow, that's what Mum told me back when I was kid.

"We'll tell Mr. Keith what's been going on this week, maybe he'll give us some answers on who's behind it all. After all, he used to work in the school years back; he might be friends with Mr. Gallagher. Speaking of which, I'll try and convince him to come with us in order to prove that Mr. Gallagher is an ignorant prick."

Some plan, Jake, I said to myself. Zara then said the same thing. "But is it gonna work?" she asked me. "It'll have to, babe." I said. We got to the bus stop just outside the offies and waited until the bus came upwards at 5:20pm on the dot.

15 minutes and 2 bus-rides later...

We finally arrived in Finaghy town. The place doesn't look as bad as we thought it would be. Only a wee supermarket – well, TWO supermarkets! Then a charity shop, a few takeaways, a few coffee shops, one bar and a train station.

We got off the bus-stop just beside the bar and walking upwards to where the bridge near the Finaghy train station to ask for directions on Foree Drive.

First person we came up to is this Middle Eastern guy walking with a bag of groceries, he must have came out of another supermarket in town or something. "Excuse me," I said. "Sorry for stopping you but do you know where Foree Drive is?"

The man said "Oh, it's very simple, young man: go up towards the service station, then turn left to walk up the road. Keep going then make a turn to the second right. Foree Drive should be there."

"Thanks, we really appreciate it." said Zara. "It is no problem, safe walking, you two!" said the man, who carried on walking just before we did the same. "What number is it, Jake?" Zara asked me. "237." I said.

237, easy number for me to remember. Well, 237 is the number for the spooky hotel room from the Shining. We did as what the man told us to go: up towards the Central petrol station.

But where did he tell us to go next? Oh yeah, left up the road. Since we're on the wrong side of the street, we crossed over and walked to the end of the path and turned left.

Since we're going upwards, we kinda felt a little bit weight on our legs slowing us down. It's a surprise to us both cause we spent the whole day running from a psycho killer in Boothwood School today.

"Jake, I don't know how you walk up these roads!" said Zara who is looking a bit exhausted from walking in her red casual boots. "It's simple, babe, just keep walking everyday until you get the strength to walk up these paths!" I said, achknowledging that I've got black Converse on my feet...with a pair of gel insoles.

Yep, I've been wearing gel insoles since I was 14. I was about to go out for a jog down to the shops in Worsley, halfway through my run I felt something in my right foot dropped.

After limping all the way back home, I called up a doctor because I thought I broke a foot bone. But luckily, mum, who was out getting new shoes, managed to buy some gel insoles for me to slip on, realizing that I've got "fallen arches" like her.

Back to the story! Zara and I turned to the second right to Foree Drive, facing next to us. Right, we're looking for number 237. It should be either at the end of the street or a little further up. That's what we're here to find out...

OK...89....91...101...120...157...

Of course, house number 237 was a little further up the hill meaning we had to turn left from where we were before and keep walking up until we got to the homes that were marked 200 and onwards. I say Zara and I are in the mood for a lot of ice cold water right now.

After walking countless times, we managed to arrive in front of number 237, home to none other than "Crazy" Seamus Keith. "Is this it?" Zara asked me. "Yeah, it's his house." I said, looking at it from the roof down.

"I don't know, Jake, we might be at the wrong address." Said Zara, who is a little unsure if this is the right place or not. I couldn't think of an answer so I walked up to the front door, taking a deep breath and knocked a couple times.