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clear not too many students utilized the library this late.
"Good evening Miss Raker, do you need help with anything?"
"Ugh no, I just got to look up a few articles. I'll only be a couple minutes," Alex answered as she signed her name on the clipboard.
"Oh okay, the archive room is unlocked. Just come get me if you need any help." Alex nodded and thanked her, and then headed to the backroom. She settled into the cushioned red chair and stared at the blinking cursor in the search engine. She wasn't even sure what exactly she was looking for, but she knew whatever she found here would be un-opinionated and unemotional facts. She typed her Aunt's name into the search engine and began scrolling through the articles. They appeared in chronological order starting with her birth announcement and ending with her obituary. After her birth there were five or six articles she was mentioned in pertaining to her father's mayoral campaign. Following that was a police blotter; it was a weekly list of arrests made by the Leighton Police Department. It was dated about two weeks before her death. There were no details just her name, age, and charges. At the bottom of the list of criminals it said, "Alessandra L. Raker Age 16, Perjury"
Alex took a deep breath and opened the next article, titled "Leighton Mourns Mayor's Daughter's Untimely Death." She article was short and to the point, she scrolled down and began reading it slowly, careful not to scan over any details.
In the wee hours of the morning on Sunday November 1st police received a call reporting an accident on Lost Creek Bend. Paramedics and local police arrived at the scene and retrieved the 1989 black Buick from Lost Creek and revealed there was a body in the car. After her family was notified it was released that the body of the woman in the car was that of sixteen year old Alessandra L. Raker, the daughter of Mayor Charles Raker. According to Leighton Police Miss Raker was pronounced dead at the scene, with water in her lungs. Investigators believe Miss Raker fell asleep at the wheel, there were no signs that she attempted to escape the car, and she was pulled out of the creek with her seat belt still intact. The investigation was closed this morning.
The next article was her obituary listing her family members and the time and location of her funeral. So Kenzie wasn't mistaken, technically she had drown. But her Grandma said she wasn't drunk or under t he influence of any drugs, and she had the test results to prove it. If Sandra wasn't drunk, how did she not wake up? Who sleeps through their car crashing into guardrails, flipping through the air, and then submerging into water? She must have been knocked unconscious at some point, because the only other explanation is she didn't want to survive, and Alex refused to accept the idea of that.
The clock on the computer screen changed to 7:49, she had to leave before she got locked in. She really didn't want to go home, her parents were super stressed over the campaign and upcoming appearances, and they were driving her crazy. As she made her way out to the empty parking lot, she dialed Kenzie's number.
"Hey girl, where are you?" She could barely hear her over the background noise, music, yelling, and wind.
"I'm leaving the library, where are you?"
"Okay, don't move we're going to drive by in like three minutes and we'll just stop and get you."
The phone went dead before she could ask who she was with o r where they were going. She wasn't even sure she was in the mood to party, but now she really had no choice. She couldn't call back and say never mind, they were going to be there any second. It was still misting outside, she pulled her hoodie up over her head and shivered. She heard a click behind her as the librarian locked the school doors and headed towards her car.
"Is someone coming to get you Alexandra? I can wait with you if you'd like..."
"No, my
"Good evening Miss Raker, do you need help with anything?"
"Ugh no, I just got to look up a few articles. I'll only be a couple minutes," Alex answered as she signed her name on the clipboard.
"Oh okay, the archive room is unlocked. Just come get me if you need any help." Alex nodded and thanked her, and then headed to the backroom. She settled into the cushioned red chair and stared at the blinking cursor in the search engine. She wasn't even sure what exactly she was looking for, but she knew whatever she found here would be un-opinionated and unemotional facts. She typed her Aunt's name into the search engine and began scrolling through the articles. They appeared in chronological order starting with her birth announcement and ending with her obituary. After her birth there were five or six articles she was mentioned in pertaining to her father's mayoral campaign. Following that was a police blotter; it was a weekly list of arrests made by the Leighton Police Department. It was dated about two weeks before her death. There were no details just her name, age, and charges. At the bottom of the list of criminals it said, "Alessandra L. Raker Age 16, Perjury"
Alex took a deep breath and opened the next article, titled "Leighton Mourns Mayor's Daughter's Untimely Death." She article was short and to the point, she scrolled down and began reading it slowly, careful not to scan over any details.
In the wee hours of the morning on Sunday November 1st police received a call reporting an accident on Lost Creek Bend. Paramedics and local police arrived at the scene and retrieved the 1989 black Buick from Lost Creek and revealed there was a body in the car. After her family was notified it was released that the body of the woman in the car was that of sixteen year old Alessandra L. Raker, the daughter of Mayor Charles Raker. According to Leighton Police Miss Raker was pronounced dead at the scene, with water in her lungs. Investigators believe Miss Raker fell asleep at the wheel, there were no signs that she attempted to escape the car, and she was pulled out of the creek with her seat belt still intact. The investigation was closed this morning.
The next article was her obituary listing her family members and the time and location of her funeral. So Kenzie wasn't mistaken, technically she had drown. But her Grandma said she wasn't drunk or under t he influence of any drugs, and she had the test results to prove it. If Sandra wasn't drunk, how did she not wake up? Who sleeps through their car crashing into guardrails, flipping through the air, and then submerging into water? She must have been knocked unconscious at some point, because the only other explanation is she didn't want to survive, and Alex refused to accept the idea of that.
The clock on the computer screen changed to 7:49, she had to leave before she got locked in. She really didn't want to go home, her parents were super stressed over the campaign and upcoming appearances, and they were driving her crazy. As she made her way out to the empty parking lot, she dialed Kenzie's number.
"Hey girl, where are you?" She could barely hear her over the background noise, music, yelling, and wind.
"I'm leaving the library, where are you?"
"Okay, don't move we're going to drive by in like three minutes and we'll just stop and get you."
The phone went dead before she could ask who she was with o r where they were going. She wasn't even sure she was in the mood to party, but now she really had no choice. She couldn't call back and say never mind, they were going to be there any second. It was still misting outside, she pulled her hoodie up over her head and shivered. She heard a click behind her as the librarian locked the school doors and headed towards her car.
"Is someone coming to get you Alexandra? I can wait with you if you'd like..."
"No, my
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