The Strange Disappearance of Ivy Summers: The Sleuthing Seven Series

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Kael POV

I wobble on my wooden chair. The blackboard seems blurred out, and I can’t make out what the teacher has written in it with white chalk. Our school is kind of old-style, and cheap. Our parents can’t afford anything better than this.

The teacher (Mister Underwood) keeps on babbling about Columbus and America. Like I care right now! Usually I find History class extremely interesting, but Pam’s disappearance has set me off. It’s like someone hit a button of mine and “powered me off”.

Finally, the bell rings. I am the first one to dart out of the class, and head for lunch. As much as it seems stupid to be thinking of food right now, I think it’s one of the few things that makes me feel better. The classes in Saint Howard High School may be boring, but the lunches sure are scrumptious!

After eating with my mates, I go to my locker, and open it to get my Science stuff out. A note falls out.

I read the note very slowly:

Urgent,

We have some detective work to do!

Meet by the main entrance to Yeast Park. (It should be close to your school)

Bring Pam’s sweater. U know which one I mean.

From,

Al

Wait who’s Al? Oh… Allina...but I thought Halliot was upset about the detective thing. Shouldn’t we just leave it to the police? Its just dangerous if we get involved.

I think over those things as I walk from lunch to Phys Ed.

Maybe it would make a difference, if we helped, that is. Maybe we can find Pam and Ivy. Maybe…I could get rid of all this stress and fear if I knew something was being done to get them back…

Maybe we just won’t tell Halliot.

Halliot POV

School days without Ivy seem hollow.

Normally, I drop her off in front of the lower school building before I go to my first period. I tickle her and she struggles to squeeze out of my grasp. We both laugh and call each other idiots. Then we go to class.

Today, I just stand in front of the building, as if she’s going to magically appear there, in front of me, materializing out of thin air. It’s as if I’m waiting for her, just to jump out of a bush and call me an idiot.

A tear escapes my already red eyes.

I never thought I’d miss her so much. I never thought I loved her so much.

And yet, the last words I’d spoken with her were ones of rage and frustration.

I felt extremely guilty for screaming at her now. I hated her at that moment, but now…

Now I wish she was here, laughing and skipping around.

I walked to my next classroom, Science.

Normally I would be excited, but today I just reluctantly enter.

Mister Boulstridge welcomed me, and as usual, flashed that encouraging and enthusiastic smile of his.

This made me feel a bit better, but not much.

I sit down next to a girl called Shianne that I used to go with to gymnastics. We were buddies, but I don’t quite consider her my best friend.