Madelin wanted to be a detective when she was older, just like Sherlock Holmes. People said she looked like a detective, the long brown hair, gorgeous green eyes, shy smile and the way she could stare at a dead body for 10 minutes without flinching. It wasn’t just the solving crimes that she liked, it was the murder. She enjoyed it. There was something about murder that fascinated Madelin. She would think about it, she would draw it, she would talk about it and she would even wonder what it felt like. People would try to get close to Madelin, to try to help her but only one had succeeded, his name was Jack. Jack and Madelin met in year 3, since then they have been best friends. Madelin hated when people tried to get close to her just to “help” her, she believed that she didn’t need help. Jack was the only one who wanted to get close to her to be friends, he thought that she was fine, maybe a little creepy but fine. People used to say that they were dating but everyone knew Madelin was more of a “I’ll-knock-you-out-if-you-touch-me” type than the “Hey-lets-kiss” type. She liked to keep to herself, she never told anyone anything, not even Jack, she was the type of girl that liked to keep her emotions and problems to herself.
“Hey Madds” Jack said.
He sat down next to Madelin and smiled.
“Hey Jack” She replied looking at him and smiling.
The only time anyone ever saw her smile was when she was with Jack. No matter what he did, he made her smile. She always laughed at his jokes, no matter how cheesy, and she always complimented his clothes, even if they looked like they had been picked out by a blind gorilla which was more often than usual. Today Jack was wearing a plaid t-shirt, black jeans and a leather jacket, more fashionable than usual.
“Looking good, leather really suits you” Madelin said smiling at Jack.
He stood up, looked down at his clothes and tried to pull a “Cool Guy” face but failed miserably.
“Nevermind” She added laughing.
