Chapter Ten ★ Secrets Cont’

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The fork fell out of her hand mid-way to her mouth. It clattered on the table and threw the remaining brownie bits onto the tabletop. Aunt LeAnne’s mouth closed shut and formed a thin line as she got and grabbed her plate along with mine.

“What?” I asked. “Why can’t you tell me anything about Aunt Tabby?”

She turned on the faucet to the sink and was scrapping the remaining brownie pieces into the sink then ran the garbage disposer. Her eyes focused on the task at hand. I asked, “Aunt LeAnne?”

“Leave it be.” She said and closed her eyes as she leaned forward on the counter. Okay so she does know about Aunt Tabby but refuses to say anything about her. Hmmm.

I glanced at the clock and noticed it was past eight. Augh, I have to write up that report for Mrs. Lockharte or I’ll get detention. Dang it. I scooted my chair across the floor and got up. Aunt LeAnne looked up at me.

Tears were streaming down her face but I don’t really know why she was crying. Did she have something to do with Aunt Tabby’s disappearance? Ugh. Nevermind, I have to go write that dang report.

Pushing my chair back in it scraped across the floor with a loud groan. I mumbled, “Nevermind. I have to go write my history report that’s due tomorrow or I’ll get detention.”

Aunt LeAnne gave a weak smile and said, “Okay honey. I’ll be here if you want to talk about anything else.”

“Sure.” I grumbled and hustled to my room. Well it’s mine and Pete’s room but he isn’t here. He and my step-mom Jamie are off on a silly get-away to Jacksonville Florida that I wasn’t allowed to join. Whatever. Hope it rained.

My backpack was on the bed after I had thrown it there earlier this evening. I snagged it and rustled through the contents pulling out crumpled notes and torn pieces of paper. Taking the pile with me I dropped them on the desk and opened my laptop.

It chimed a merry tune as it woke up from its slumber. I entered the usual password to unlock it then opened the word processing application. Now was the hard part… writing my report.

Sure the best of wordsmiths out there could knock out a 5000 word essay in an hour without breaking a sweat. But me? Nope. My typing skills are less than desirable. I would rather be taking pictures instead of writing out this drivel.

Upon reviewing my notes from the library a message pops up. It was from Jacob. He said, “Hey! Are you still going to apply for that job at the amusement park?”

“Maybe.” I typed back. “Not sure if I can :(“

“You better hurry they only have two positions left.” Jacob replied.

Wow. That fast? The last time I saw the park it was in no shape to be opening up. It still looked like an old creepy abandoned amusement park. I wrote back, “I’ll do it after school tomorrow. Do you want to come with?”

“Sorry, can’t :(“ He replied and added, “watching my little sister while Mom goes to her book club.”

Shoot. Considering tonight’s stalker it would have been nice to have him with me. I wrote back, “S’kay. I can get Calvin to come with.”

The bouncing ellipses for Jacob’s chat went on for a minute before he typed back, “That’s a negative. Didn’t you hear?”

“Hear what? :O” I replied. Did Calvin get hurt? I know he confronted the guy that was following us home tonight. A sinking feeling hit the pit of my stomach. I waited for Jacob to respond. The seconds ticked by as the feeling got worse.

Jacob typed, “Calvin got beat up. He’s home now but he did go to the ER earlier tonight. That’s all I know. His mom had taken over his phone and texted me back that information and that he needs to rest.”

“:O” Was all I could type back. I knew that it was my fault that Calvin got hurt. Maybe I shouldn’t take that job at the park if I have bad people after me.

It was like Jacob read my mind because he wrote back, “Don’t let this stop you from taking that job at the amusement park. I’m guessing they know we’re on to them. We can’t stop now.”

“LOL” I wrote. “Jake, you’re too much. I doubt that it’s because we’re on the trail of my missing aunt.”

The ellipses bounced as he typed his response. He wrote, “You never know. With all these secrets it could be the biggest of them all. We might even unravel the mystery as to why the park shut down in the first place. You HAVE to do it.”

I laughed then typed, “Okay man. You don’t have to twist my arm. I’ll do it. Now let me focus. I gotta write this paper for tomorrow or my chances of snagging a job at the park are zero to none if I get detention.”

“Kk.” He wrote and went offline.

Hmmm. It is odd that I get a stalker after I find out about Aunt Tabby’s disappearance. Nah, it’s just a coincidence. Alright time to get cracking on my essay about the midnight riders. Fingers, don’t fail me now.

‧͙⁺˚*·༓☾ – Chapter 10 :: Secrets Done – Stay tuned for Chapter 11… –☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙