The Five Clues

Chapter Four

  Amelia Abadi  

I stared out the window of my History class, looking at all the cars passing the school entrance. I was searching for one in particular. Noah Patterson's dad's car. It was fourth period and Noah was nowhere to be found, that made me worry.

"Amelia," I looked up quickly to my name being called. Mr. Benshaw, my history teacher, stood hovering over my desk. "How many times was I going to have to call your name to get your attention?" He asked with his arms crossed, his face in a scowl.

"Sorry," I said quickly, ignoring all the quiet laughters erupting in the background. Mr. Benshaw shook his head and sighed as he made his way to front of the classroom.

"It's the first day the school," He said, talking to the whole class now. The laughter died down as he continued. "You guys are not freshmans, you are juniors. I expect you all to be more mature and focus more on grades than parties and...whatever ever you teenagers do these days." That made most kids mumble some curse words under their breath or groan in frustration.

"Don't give me that attitude." Mr. Benshaw snapped as he opened up his History textbook. "Okay now everyone, take out your textbooks and turn to page 431. We will be having a quiz on this topic in about two weeks."

I looked down, opening my textbook. Mr. Benshaw had to be one of the kindest teachers in school. When I first moved to this school, no student had volunteered to show me around. Mr. Benshaw had forced someone to show me around as a detention, though I didn't really care if I knew my way around or not.

I easily blocked out Mr. Benshaw's loud voice as I sneakily grabbed my phone from my pocket and hid it in my textbook so it looked like I was reading.

I clicked on my recent calls and mentally sighed as I saw my last call: Bob's Pizza Palace. That was from the night before when I had tried applying to work there.

Noah had been begging me for weeks to apply at Bob's Pizza Palace. He kept saying he didn't want to be alone and that he would give me half of his paychecks for the first few months if I had agreed.

Eventually, I gave in. I applied two weeks ago and I'm pretty sure that it should only take a few days for them to call back. I had called them last night but hung up right when a worker said hello. I honestly don't know why.

I scrolled down my small contact list, looking for Noah's name. I easily found it and reread our most recent text messages.

Me: hey u wanna come over?

Weird kiddo: I can't right now, my stepdad is making me stay in the house while he's gone.

Me: rlly? whered he go? n dat weird

Weird kiddo: I don't know, he told me he had something to do somewhere and walked out. It seemed like an emergency. I don't know why he wants me to stay inside though. It is pretty weird though.

Me: k. so i come over?

Weird kiddo: Did you even read what I said? Wait, shouldn't have asked, of course you didn't. Okay, you can come over.

Me: yas c:

I chuckled quietly. Noah prefers to type in grammar, he thinks the way people text is annoying, but I find it very funny.

Realizing that it was weird to be laughing at a History book, I looked up, I felt my face starting to heat up. Ignoring all the rude stares, I glanced back down at my phone quickly typing a message to Noah.