Peterson's School of Gifted Psycopaths

Chapter 4

4

"Stop pacing, I can't focus on my homework!" Erin yelled, annoyed.

"Screw your homework! What are we going to do?" Zeke spoke to all of the members in the room. The tall sister, Iris, the short, blonde, girl, Lauren, the tall, black haired boy, Drew, and Erin.

"Zeke, be nice. Please." Lauren spoke to with with her pale eye pleading him to calm down.

"Yeah," Zeke sat down on the couch and sighed, "you're right. I need to calm down. I'm sorry Erin."

They were sitting in Drew's home. It smelled of cinnamon and cookies. The walls were a carmel brown and the floors a light hardwood. The lights hung above and lit the room with a bright hue glowing emitted from them them.

"What should we do?" Drew asked, "We need to do something," He furrowed his brow and you could see the wheels turning in his head.

"We have to do something soon. Or we forget about Maia." Erin suggested.

"Why would you suggest that?" Lauren looked at Erin, utterly confused. The group looked at her like she just suggested mass murder.

"Oh, I believe my statement may have been misunderstood a little bit," Erin was not the best at this whole helping in social aspects stuff, " I was just trying say that if we don't do something something soon, the chances of finding her killer lowers astronomically. The "clearance rate" for homicide today is 64.1 percent. Also, Criminologists estimate that at least 200,000 murders have gone unsolved since the 1960s, leaving family and friends to wait and wonder. I don't want to be those families and friends."

The room just stared and sat in shock. Erin was not your usual deep thinker, honestly she is quite bleak most of the time. This time though her words shocked the group. None of them knew how to respond to it. Erin was very confused, though she never knows how to shut her mouth.

"Oh," Erin looks down at her lap,"I guess I have made it worse. "

Immediately the group starts stuttering against that.

"Erin, you didn't make anything worse," Lauren was trying to think of the right words, "You just spoke unlike you. "

"Yeah," Drew was fumbling over his words, " yeah... what she said."

"Okay, good," Erin was smiling again.

"Is that true though?" Zeke asked.

"What?"

"That the "clearance rate" for homicide today is 64.1 percent and that at least 200,000 murders have gone unsolved."

"Obviously," Erin look offended at this, "I am not going to just speak false information to make you all feel better. What would be idiotic?"

"Well let's make a plan then." Zeke decided.

"Fine, but what kind of plan are you thinking of?" Lauren's eyes had mountains of concern in them. She knew Zeke would stop at nothing to find Maia's killer, "Nothing illegal right?"

"Yeah let's go rob a bank," Zeke was angry now, "No getting arrested is not going to help Maia.''

Lauren knew he was getting angry, "Zeke," She spoke kindly, "I know it has been rough since Maia died, but-"

Zeke cut her off, "She is NOT dead, just gone. I am starting to feel like I am the only one who cares about her."

"Okay Zeke," Iris was normally quiet but this set her off, "You are not the only one who lost Maia. She was my SISTER, more than just my friend. I don't need you telling me I don't care about her."