The Five Clues

Chapter Five

Above is Amelia Abadi

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Amelia Abadi

The rest of the school day went by really quickly, and I was glad for that. If you haven't realized yet, I don't really like school. It's not because of all the bullying, I couldn't give a shit about that. Those snobs are just lame assholes who pick on others to make themselves look good, but they just end up looking like rich dumbasses.

It's just because what they teach me isn't going to help with my dream job, an artist. I mean, yes I take the art classes that are assigned, but all we do is learn about big artists and their past, which is cool and all but I want to be drawing and painting more. The only thing I look forward to when going to school is hanging out with my best friend, Noah Patterson.

I shut the front door of my house and walked into the kitchen, laying my stuff on the natural oak wood counter. Taking in the quietness of my house, I took an apple from the bowl in the center of the table.

Wait a minute. I paused, putting the apple back down. Why is it so quiet?

It was never quiet in my house, even at night. My dad would usually be semi-blasting songs from when he was a teen or drinking a beer with his friends and my mom would be doing the laundry with our loud, old drying machine.

I grabbed my phone from my back pocket and smiled at my lock screen of Noah and I eating ice cream at our favorite ice cream store. My smile instantly disappeared when I saw the notifications I had. Seven miss calls from my dad and four from my mom. Something was definitely wrong, they never call me that much, or at all.

I dialed my mom and she answered almost instantly.

"Amelia!" Mom yelled into the phone, I winced and pulled my phone back from my ear. "Where- are you now?" She asked. The phone started breaking up, I could only hear a few words said.

I frowned. "Hello?" I said into the phone loudly, hoping my mom could get the message that I couldn't hear her clearly. "What's going on?"

"Noah- wrong- hospital- know."

It didn't take me long to figure out what she was trying to say and my heart dropped. Noah's in the hospital.

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I paced back and forth in the hospital waiting room, cursing under my breath, my heart was racing. I had rode my bike here, speeding down the sidewalk and trying to dodge all those annoying kids playing in their yard. When I got here my parents and Noah's stepdad, Brian Vargo, were at the front counter demanding why they weren't allowed to visit Noah.

"What happened to my son? Why can't I see him?" I heard Mr. Vargo yell in outrage. The lady behind the desk nonchalantly told him what she had been repeating to them for the last fifteen minutes.

"Visiting hours closed three hours ago." The lady said scrolling down her phone. "You can come back again tomorrow in the morning."

My parents had to drag Mr. Vargo away from the desk before he could start yelling at the lady again. I could see the hurt and irritated expression on Mr. Vargo's face and it broke my heart.

This was all my fault.

If I never had told Noah to stop taking the bus, this would never have happened. Noah wouldn't be in the hospital. He would be over at my house or we would've been at Chucky's, our usual meet up area.