Chapter Five
Jamie's group returned back from the train station feeling tired and defeated. Johnny hadn't been at the train station, but there had been evidence--a note addressed to Johnny had been found blown up against the fence nearby. Of course, this didn't prove Johnny had gotten on the train, but it was a strong indicator that he might have.
Jamie sat down behind Nick's computer and typed in his password.
"What? Jamie, you know Nick's password?" Amy asked, punching Jamie on the shoulder. "Why didn't you tell me that?"
"Why would you want Nick's password, Amy?" Brittany asked, scooting forward and peering over Jamie's shoulder. Amy turned red, at first looking uncomfortable, then angry.
"Shut up," she said, pulling up a chair.
"Guys. Can we focus?" Jamie asked.
"You've got mail!" the computer announced in that proud, boastful manner it had.
"You don't say," Jamie said, not the least bit surprised.
"Open it!" Amy cried anxiously, glad to have the focus redirected. "Open it!"
“Shh,” Jamie said, “I'm getting to it!”
"New York! That subject line says New York! Open it!” Cried Amy happily, pointing at the screen, perhaps concluding in her own mind that the case was now over and Johnny was on the first train home. Instead of immediately opening the email, Jamie instead opened a new browser window and searched the sender's email address. One website came up: a largely barren profile page with red text on a black background.
“Name: Bailey Quinn
Hobbies: Larceny."
Jamie clicked the window shut and threw herself back in her chair with a sigh.
"Well." she said in a voice dripping with sarcasm, "Wasn't that helpful?"
"Open the E-mail!" Amy screamed right in Jamie's ear, and Jamie cringed.
"Yeah, Jamie," agreed Brittany. "Go on, open it."
"I can't." Jamie said. "What if it's a virus?"
She looked at the group, that was huddled closely behind her chair. Melissa spoke up next. "Well, the email says 'regarding New York'.” She said. "R-E. That means Johnny's talked to this person before, right? so I don't think he'd give him a virus," Melissa pointed out.
"Go for it, Jamie." Katie told her.
"Okay," she relented, "but if we get a virus, it's definitely not my fault."
Amy rolled her eyes. "Whatever. No one cares. Just open it!"
Jamie sighed for what must have been the four-hundredth time today. She reached over and clicked the mouse on the email logo.
"Johnny," the E-mail read in large letters. "DO NOT GET ON THE TRAIN! MY POP WON'T BE THERE!"
That was it...there was nothing else, no signature, no phone number, no additional advice. Jamie clicked on the mouse once again, folding her arms triumphantly.
"Oh boy." was all she said.
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Final Departure
Teen FictionThe school year is finally over, and not a moment too soon! Thirteen-year-old Jamie Munroe has had it with Junior High, annoying teachers and fake friends. She can't wait to ceremoniously burn her Biology binder and spend her summer lounging by the...
