Immortal Technique

Chapter 3

Chapter Three

 Sarah was glad it was the weekend. After the fiasco of the night before, school would have been the last thing she needed. Thelma had called her at least half a dozen times. Sarah was reduced to ignoring her cell phone. Her mother had left early to go to the crime scene. Sarah had told her what Savanna had said about seeing a man after Grace had been killed. 

 Just as she was leaving her house, Sarah got another phone call. 

 "For the last time Thelma, someone died freakishly. That's it. End of story. Period, kapish?" she snapped exasperated.

 "Whoa, check the caller I.D." Cole laughed. " Did Thelma also call you like a billion times?"

 "Billion and one times. I told her not to leave the party. So, what's up?" Sarah asked as she got in her car.

 "We're meeting in Limre. Are you coming?"

Sarah rolled her eyes. "Oh sure I will. I'd love to spend time talking about some dead girl like I actually cared,"

 "For once Sarah, turn your bitch mode off and come," Cole replied sounding annoyed. Sarah rolled her eyes again.

 "I can't, Cole. There's thing I'm doing. It's called life," she said before hanging up on him. Sarah could just imagine his face. 

 She backed out of the driveway and onto the street barely missing a Porsche. Her head whipped back from her rear view mirror to watch the sports car turn a corner. There were only five people who owned sports cars in her small town and none of them had a Porsche. She changed her destination and began following the car only to find, to her disappointment, that it had disappeared. After wondering around for half an hour and down many streets, Sarah caught sight of it again. It was parked in front the Limre of all places. Sarah put her car in the parking lot beside the local hang out spot. 

 Limre was even more crowded than usual. Everyone was talking at the same time about the same topic. It irritated Sarah greatly. She walked around the restaurant, trying to spot the sports car owner, saving her friends' usual booth for last. She recognised everyone in the restaurant. Defeated, Sarah ordered milkshake and went to seat with her friends only to find their booth was completely surrounded by people. The reason for this was squirming uncomfortably under the hail of questions. Sarah tapped the person closed to her.

 "It's all over the news, morons. Get lost," she barked. The girl flinched and scurried off. The others simply looked her. "Don't make me use my fists 'cause it will hurt," To emphasise her point, Sarah raised her gloved fist and raised her eyebrow. 

 They all moved away from the booth. Sarah took a seat setting her milk shake before her. Savanna opened her mouth to say something but she cut her off.

 "Sorry, I ruined your fifteen seconds of fame," she said taking a sip of her drink.

 "Can you get even more of a bitch?" Savanna cried. She stood up and ran out. Sarah almost laughed out loud. Cole glared at Sarah.

 "For goodness sake, Sarah!" Thelma exclaimed. " What is wrong with you?"

Sarah shrugged. She played with the straw. Jo raised her eyebrow looking tired.

 "Was that necessary?" she asked.

 "Am I the only one who thinks she's milking it?" Sarah defended herself. She hated it when they acted like that, like everything she said or did was offensive.

 "She saw someone die," Thelma said slowly. "That's traumatising,"

 "Technically, she only saw a dead body," Sarah argued. " Like the rest of us," she added putting heavy emphasis on the words. Cole looked at her disbelievingly. Their reactions were getting increasingly irritating. Sarah scanned the Limre again to try and spot any strangers. It was just as fruitless as the first time. She turned back to her friends to find that Thelma had been talking to her. 

 "Yeah, sure, whatever you say," Sarah said absentmindedly. She looked at her cell phone. Someone had been trying to call her. Sarah took one look at the number. She stood when she suddenly remembered the reason she woke up before noon during a weekend. In the process she upset her milkshake. Everyone echoed her movement to avoid the rivulet of the drink to mess their clothes. This spilled their respective drinks. Sarah ran out after throwing a ten dollar note on the wet table. She went to her car pausing for a second to notice that the Porsche was gone.

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 The new babysitting gig Sarah got was more convenient than annoying. The children were mostly hyper except Jared. He had Aspenger's syndrome, not that it bothered Sarah. He was clean and orderly and picked up after his siblings. All Sarah had to do was cook for them and make sure that they went to be in bed early. Jared did everything else for her. Sarah felt bad for him to an extent; Jared could not socialise not matter how hard everyone tried to include him. 

 Sarah arrived late and found Mrs Walter waiting for her on the front porch.

 "You're late," Mrs Walter said angrily.

Sarah put her hands in her pocket. "Sorry, I was... uh... making arrangements for a wake for Grace Whittaker," she said quickly inspired. Mrs Walter's face fell. 

 "Grace was your friend?"

 "Yeah," Sarah lied. 

 "I'm sorry,"

 "Don't be. She lived a good life." I might just barf.

Mrs Walter then rattled off some instructions in case something happened to the kids. She then called her husband and they left Sarah alone with the kids. Dhalma and Henry were running around the house throwing their toys at each other. Jared followed closely behind picking up the toys and placing them in neat piles. Dhalma knocked into her and fell down. Sarah lifted the little girl up to her eye level.

 "Why don't you and Henry go watch some TV?"

 "I don't want to," Dhalma said. She began wriggling.

 "I'm not asking," Sarah said. There was a little menace in her voice but it was enough to scare any five year old.

 "But cartoons are over," Dhalma complained still tying to get out of Sarah's grip.

Sarah sighed, "Just go. Take Henry with you,"

 "What about me?" said a timid, little voice behind her. Sarah set the little girl down who ran off immediately. She turned around and saw Jared standing behind her.

 "You and I are going to make lunch," Sarah told him. She knew the Jared loved cooking with his mother when she had the times. For the briefest moment Sarah saw a small smile on his face. She led the way to the kitchen knowing better than to take his hand. She could hear the sounds from the TV.

 "What are we making?" Jared asked while Sarah picked the ingredients from the pantry.

 "Spinach Lasagna, almond milk and something special for dessert," Sarah answered.

 "What's the special dessert?"

Sarah shrugged smiling at how excited Jared was. Once she had everything set up, they began cooking. Although he was only seven years old, Jared knew a lot about cooking. One hour later, the lasagna was in the oven, the almond milk was ready, Sarah was still deciding on the dessert. Dhalma and Henry went back to wrecking the house and Jared was too absorbed in the cooking manual to go after them.

 "How about... an apple pie? Henry likes apples," Jared suggested.

 "I don't know." Sarah began. Before she could say more, her phone rang. The caller I.D said it was Jo.

 "Can't whatever crisis-"

 "Someone's been killed!" Jo practically screamed in her eye.

Sarah sighed," I know, Jo. Her name was Grace. Are you in shock or something?"

 " It's not Grace. It's Savanna,"