Who Did It?

Chapter 6: Started vibrating on Ms. Connor's desk

Chapter 6: Started vibrating on Ms. Connor's desk

(Brianna's POV)

After three more hours of school, I had to attend ANOTHER hour of school. Detentions don't really piss me off, not because I don't want to go home, but detention in out school is do anything but quietly. 

I go to my English class to attend the extra hour. My English teacher, Ms. Connor, who is pretty sweet for a English teacher. I hand her my phone, and sit in one of the seats in the middle row. Soon enough, Xavi, Ryder, Aza along with two other students come into the classroom. I wave to them and the boys wave back but one person doesn't. Aza just growls under her breath. I wait a little bit for Vivian to come in but he doesn't. 

I lean to the back where Xavi and Ryder were sitting. "Where is Vivian?"

"He didn't get in trouble, because he wasn't interfering between you and Azzy." Ryder whispers loudly while giving the dirty side eye to Xavi. 

"Did you just call me Azzy?" Aza rhetorically asks to which Ryder shrugs.

"Also he didn't record the fight." Xavi adds while giving the dirty side eye to Ryder. Ryder replies with a kissy face, which makes me and other people give a pity smile. 

Soon enough, Aza takes out a book named 'Bright we Burn'* ans Xavi takes out 'Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone.'* 

Ryder and I stare at each other blankly and soon he takes out his science book to do his home-work. I sit their, on the chair and stare into nothing, Trying to figure out what I should do with my life for the next hour. I try doing my math homework, but eventually fail. Then I try doing my science homework, but eventually fail. Then I start reading a book recommended by one of my classmates, but eventually fail.  

I look at the clock and only fifteen minutes had passed. Only fifteen fucking minutes, and I swear it felt like forty-five minutes while I was serving the academic subjects. Just as I started questioning the existence of time, my phone started vibrating on Ms. Connor's desk. 

"Sorry, but I can't let you use your phone. Rules." She says as she is silencing my phone. It rings again, and again. The third time it rings I look to Ms. Connor and she hands me the phone. I look at the name, but it is unknown. I still pick it up.

"Hello, who is it?" I ask in a monotonous voice.

No reply.

"Not funny," I say in a more annoyed tone.

No reply.

I hang up the phone and give it back to Ms. Connor. 

About ten minutes later, a phone rings again. This time it is not mine, it is Aza's. It rings again and then two more times. This time, Ms. Connor stomps to Aza and then hands her the phone. 

Aza picks up the phone and greets them.

No answer.

She tells the caller to speak.

Still no answer.

She looks at me, and that somehow tells me that it is the same number. She hangs up the phone and gives it back to Ms. Connor. 

Aza, slides next to me and gives me a look of confusion. 

"Do you think it was the same caller?" I whisper.

"I think so, but it was unknown."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean if it was someone we didn't know, then how did they have out number?"

"And if they were trying to sell stuff, they would've said something." I finish her thought.

"So it was a prank?"

"If it was a prank, then they know the both of us well enough and we know them."

"And if we knew them well enough, we would have had their number saved with a name." She finishes my thought.

"And no one would go through buying a new phone or sim-card* for a prank." I say with a feeling of pride. It felt like I was detective solving a high-profile crime case. Is this what Sherlock feels?

"So wrong number?" Aza interrupts my chain of thoughts.

"Can't be, they called us again and again and both of us. It can't be coincidence." I state.

"Well, whatever. It didn't sound like crisis." Aza says sliding back to her seat.

But what if it was?

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After detention, I quickly go to the parking lot to my car, since it was raining. I asked Aza if she wants a ride, she politely declined, which is growth.

As I am driving, I get phone call from Vivian's mom. I tried picking up the phone, but it hung up. When I reached home, I quickly called back but Vivian's mom didn't pick up. I tried calling his dad, but he also didn't pick up. I thought they accidentally called me, so I didn't bother them again.

While me and my family were having dinner, our doorbell rang. My mom goes to open the door and a minute later calls out my name. Now, this is very unusual, because the people who ring our doorbell are either the colleagues of parents or the postman. Plus, I have only one or two people from my school who know my house address, so the chances of a person at my house for me is big fat NO.

I power walk to the door, and their standing is Aza. Soaked in rain and panting with a very worried look on her face. I bring her towels while my mom goes to make hot cocoa, which she never does for me. My dad still doesn't bother to get up from the dinning table.

I take Aza to our living-room for-the-poor, which is basically a good-looking room with a sofa and table which if spoiled doesn't matter. 

Aza was soaking wet from head to toe, but when she dried up I saw something, I didn't for a long time. 

She was crying. 

Not tiny sniffs and sobs, but wailing and ugly crying.

I quickly got all interrogating, and started asking questions which she didn't answer 'cause she was to busy crying. I hugged her for a while, which calmed her bit. After she stopped crying, she said something that sent chills down my spine.

"I think the phone calls were made on purpose."

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DUN. DUN. DUUUUUUUUUUUN. I thought this was a great chapter. (But since I wrote this chapter, my opinion is going to be biased). 

Questions:

  1) What does the last line mean? Or as our English teachers say:What is the foreshadowing in this chapter?
 2) Who do you think was behind the phone calls?
 3) Why was Aza crying?
 4) Is everything from this chapter and before connected? Or is everything just jumbled up because I am just 14 year old girl writing mystery stories because, why not?

*Bright We Burn- Book by Kiersten White. Haunted by the sacrifices he made in Constantinople, Radu is called back to the new capital. Mehmed is building an empire, becoming the sultan his people need. But Mehmed has a secret: as emperor, he is more powerful than ever . . . and desperately lonely. (Source- angelreads.com) I recommend this book.

*Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone- (I think we all know but....) Book by J.K. Rowling. First book of the Harry Potter series. It was first published in 1997 in Britain. Ten-year-old Harry Potter is an orphan who lives in the fictional suburb of Little Whinging, , with the Dursleys. One day Harry is astonished to receive a letter addressed to him in the cupboard under the stairs. On Harry's 11th birthday, a giant named Hagrid arrives and reveals that Harry is a wizard (Yer a wizard Harry) and that he has been accepted at the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. (Source- Brittanica).