A Brutal Broken Heart

A Brutal Broken Heart: Chapter Four PT 1

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Blake and I arrived at the bus late at night and I carefully walked up to him as he smiled. "Are you excited that we're doing this", I asked him quietly. "Yes", He replied, "We could become famous for solving the case and besides, it's fun crime solving with you". I blushed, "Thanks Blake, you're sweet". He smiles at me again and I return it back. The principal smiled at us and said, "I'm glad you guys decided to join us for the training session. After training, we'll ride some rides, yes". "Sure",Blake responded with a smile, "Sounds good to me, this is a very good opportunity". The principal smiled and pleased with our response, "If you're guys are sitting together, I'm guessing you signed the forms". I nodded, "Yes, they are all signed and ready to go". Suddenly, the bus driver hops off of the bus and informed, "We're ready to load, is that all of the students".

The principal nodded and said to the forty of us, "Time to unload, please remain quiet. Some teens are going to want to take a nap for the big day and we'll play a movie". The seniors mumbled okay and thats fine and some of us just nodded in conformination. "Okay, load up", The principal announced to us. Two by two, the people started to load up and I followed Blake into the large bus. Once we were inside, I spotted two seats where there wasn't much people sitting near it. "Let's sit here",Blake whispered to me, "We need to discuss the plan". I nodded and he carefully takes my hand and leads me to th seats.

I plopped down on the seat that was by the window and Blake sat right next to me. Once everybody was loaded, the driver explained the instructions and I zoned out as usual an plopped my backpack on my lap quietly. I took a large box of skittles and waited until he was finished to eat them. "Any questions", The driver asked. A girl raised her hand and he called on her, "Yes?". "So the bathrooms are in the back", She asked. "Yes", The driver said, "Please keep them clean, it was cleaned a few days ago and there will about five or more stops for the bathroom". Some another person raised their hand asked about how long the drive was.

"About five or six hours", The driver replied, "Anymore". When no one raised there hands, he smiled and sat back in his seat. Once he started driving, I opened up the box and chewed on a few fruity pieces. "Can I have a handful", Blake whispered to me. I nodded and poured about ten skittles in his hand. He thanked me and ate them in one gulp. He cleared his throat and asked, "Ready to dicuss". "Sure thing", I replied, "So after we arrive, what's the plan". "We stay there until we try on the costumes and finish training. Then, we can sneak off since that will be the free time to go on rides", He explained, "I'm glad we have a hopper so we can check both parks". "What about legoworld", I asked him, "How will we check that place, it won't be a field trip".

"You're right", He sighed, "We'll have to check school first and gather up the evidence first before we can plan on that one". "Okay", I said taking out my notebook and writing all of the information down, "I brought my spy kit so we can scan fingerprints and write down the suspects". "Okay", He replied to me, "Sounds good, where did you get the kit from". I smiled, "It's not some kit you can find at walmart, but I found it at a spy sale. I saw polices and agents go to that place. So, this is very important and I had to borrow my dad's old army license to buy this".

He smiled, "Wow Paige, you are very smart". I blushed, "Thanks". Then suddenly, Blake slowly grabbed my hand and smiled at me. I remembered when we asked the principal Blake twirled me around in the hallway and I didn't understand why I liked it. What it because we were becoming friends again? I don't know what to think anymore. "Oh, I'm sorry", Blake said and letting go of my hands, "Do you feel uncomfortable". Something inside of me wanted to keep holding his hand and feel comforted. I really did, Kurt died and I am still not over the fight.