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Authors: Milda Harris
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figure out how the whole night had turned topsy-turvy and how I had ended up going from investigating one death to investigating another. Of course, then I remembered that I still had homework to do. I dragged myself out of bed and did half of it as quickly as I could. I wasn't expecting any A's on these assignments, but I'd at least get a passing grade. I hoped. I'd do the other half of the work during lunch or if I had time I'd do it during one of my classes. I had to go to sleep.
Even though my dreams were totally disturbing and I didn't sleep all that well, the next morning, the first thing I did was find Nico Moretti's obituary online. I probably should have finished my homework, but I had to find out what happened to him. It took me about two minutes to find his obituary on the local paper's website. I loved the internet sometimes.
Nico Moretti, 19, died Saturday. He was a sophomore at Landale College, studying business. He is survived by his mother and father, Isabella and Gino Moretti and his sister, Bianca Moretti. The wake will be held on Tuesday from 3pm - 9pm at Palos Funeral Home. The funeral is Wednesday at 11 am.
I read Nico's obituary three or four times. It was freaking me out that it sounded familiar. I looked further up the page and saw Gabe Fulton's obituary. How weird was it that I had probably read Nico's obituary when I was looking at Gabe's? It was strange how things had worked out. I tried to shake off the deja-vu feeling that I was having and printed a copy of Nico's obituary and taped it into my crime notebook.
I also looked up Ed Patawak. The first thing that came up was a news article. A year ago he had been arrested during a routine traffic stop for having numerous pounds of marijuana with him. He even looked like a thug. He was burly with brown hair cut short. It didn't say if he had gone to jail or not. It was only the initial news report that came up. I wondered how I could find out more. Could I just call and ask? Still, if Ed had already committed one crime, would it be all that much of a stretch for him to commit another?
Of course, all of my murder investigating made me almost miss my bus. I looked up from the computer and found that I was running twenty minutes late, even though I had purposely gotten up thirty minutes early to allow for some quick early morning investigating and homework. I didn't get to the homework part, though.
I guess that extra time wasn't enough and since it usually took me forty-five minutes to get ready for school, I was in major crunch mode. I only had twenty-five minutes before I had to leave. I got ready in record time, although I did stub my toe on my bedroom door in a hurry to get into the bathroom to get ready. Between hopping along because of an injured toe and trying to squeeze in a quick shower when I only had twenty minutes to get ready, it made me feel like it was going to be one of those days. Plus, once it was all said and done and I was running for the bus, I found that my hair which was still wet from my shower because I hadn't even had time to dry it, was doing the freezing in clumps thing that it did when the temperature was dropping too low. It made my hair stiff and crunchy. It was not going to look great by the time it dried. I hoped I still had some leftover hair stuff in my gym locker. I was definitely going to have a case of the frizzies.
I tried not to think about it, though, and focused all of my thoughts on the bus ride to school on Nico's case. I started jotting down all of the details I knew so far, as the bus went from stop to stop.
It was actually really unnerving trying to write when the bus kept jarring to a stop. You had to brace yourself to not fall out of your seat. Luckily, I usually had a seat to myself. Most people sat with their friends, so nobody sat with me unless there really were no seats left. That rarely happened, though. I mean, it definitely depended on the day and how crowded the bus was, but it seemed like a
Even though my dreams were totally disturbing and I didn't sleep all that well, the next morning, the first thing I did was find Nico Moretti's obituary online. I probably should have finished my homework, but I had to find out what happened to him. It took me about two minutes to find his obituary on the local paper's website. I loved the internet sometimes.
Nico Moretti, 19, died Saturday. He was a sophomore at Landale College, studying business. He is survived by his mother and father, Isabella and Gino Moretti and his sister, Bianca Moretti. The wake will be held on Tuesday from 3pm - 9pm at Palos Funeral Home. The funeral is Wednesday at 11 am.
I read Nico's obituary three or four times. It was freaking me out that it sounded familiar. I looked further up the page and saw Gabe Fulton's obituary. How weird was it that I had probably read Nico's obituary when I was looking at Gabe's? It was strange how things had worked out. I tried to shake off the deja-vu feeling that I was having and printed a copy of Nico's obituary and taped it into my crime notebook.
I also looked up Ed Patawak. The first thing that came up was a news article. A year ago he had been arrested during a routine traffic stop for having numerous pounds of marijuana with him. He even looked like a thug. He was burly with brown hair cut short. It didn't say if he had gone to jail or not. It was only the initial news report that came up. I wondered how I could find out more. Could I just call and ask? Still, if Ed had already committed one crime, would it be all that much of a stretch for him to commit another?
Of course, all of my murder investigating made me almost miss my bus. I looked up from the computer and found that I was running twenty minutes late, even though I had purposely gotten up thirty minutes early to allow for some quick early morning investigating and homework. I didn't get to the homework part, though.
I guess that extra time wasn't enough and since it usually took me forty-five minutes to get ready for school, I was in major crunch mode. I only had twenty-five minutes before I had to leave. I got ready in record time, although I did stub my toe on my bedroom door in a hurry to get into the bathroom to get ready. Between hopping along because of an injured toe and trying to squeeze in a quick shower when I only had twenty minutes to get ready, it made me feel like it was going to be one of those days. Plus, once it was all said and done and I was running for the bus, I found that my hair which was still wet from my shower because I hadn't even had time to dry it, was doing the freezing in clumps thing that it did when the temperature was dropping too low. It made my hair stiff and crunchy. It was not going to look great by the time it dried. I hoped I still had some leftover hair stuff in my gym locker. I was definitely going to have a case of the frizzies.
I tried not to think about it, though, and focused all of my thoughts on the bus ride to school on Nico's case. I started jotting down all of the details I knew so far, as the bus went from stop to stop.
It was actually really unnerving trying to write when the bus kept jarring to a stop. You had to brace yourself to not fall out of your seat. Luckily, I usually had a seat to myself. Most people sat with their friends, so nobody sat with me unless there really were no seats left. That rarely happened, though. I mean, it definitely depended on the day and how crowded the bus was, but it seemed like a
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