Unforgettable Images, Tennistar [grave mercy .txt] 📗

Kristy, her older sister, Chelsie, and their dad got into the car, a red Volvo at 12:30. They had just been told that their mom, Carly, was murdered. Carly was a lawyer and often had to work late. Kristy’s dad, Josh, parked the Volvo on Judd Street. They were here, where Carly’s mom was murdered. “Do you kids wanna stay here?” Josh asked. “You are kidding, right? We might get murdered too!” Chelsie said, getting out of the car as Kristy followed silently. Chelsie and Kristy got out of the car as they followed their dad towards the police officers. Images began to flow into Kristy’s mind. A lot of people have been murdered here, Kristy thought, recognizing the street from the news. But why would mom go here?...Oh. That’s why. Kristy eyes fell upon a sign that had SHORTCUT written on it. Was totally fake and was with written with sharpie, Kristy analyzed, remembering the time she used sharpie to make her “Save the Oceans” poster in first grade. The police officers haven’t even noticed the sign. They were too busy analyzing the dead body of her mom. No offense, but stupid, Kristy thought. Kristy noticed her dad and Chelsie crying over Carly. Kristy wanted to go comfort them, but first she had to tell the police the pure evidence.

Kristy walked over to a police man and instantly recognized him. Officer Barley. Same intense blue eyes, bushy mustache, and that big nose that stuck out. “Officer Barley?” Kristy asked. “Yes? Wait, are you Kristy Stewart?” Officer Barley asked. Kristy had no time to gloat over how well everyone knew her. “Uh, yes? But I think I found some evidence,” Kristy replied, pointing at the sign. “Why thank you!” “Can I look at the body for a moment?” Kristy asked. Officer Barley hesitated, but nodded slowly. Kristy walked under the yellow tape surrounding her mom’s body. She examined the knife that killed Carly. That knife looked so familiar. Then it struck her. That knife was the same exact knife from the National History Museum. Kristy saw it in fourth grade when her class went on a field trip. The next year that same knife was stolen from the museum. So the Carly’s murder was the same person who stole the knife. But the knife was a pair…so the murder had the other knife. But why did he kill my mom? Why not any other person? Why my mom? Murders are so stupid…unless the murder has something against my family, . Kristy shook her head with disbelief and went to

report the news to the officers. Suddenly, Kristy heard someone calling her

name. Her eyes rolled back

.

Kristy screamed herself awake. She was having a flashback of the past. Chelsie rushed in, followed by her dad. “Kristy?! Are you ok?!” Chelsie asked. “Yeah, just had a nightmare,” Kristy replied. “Are you sure sweetie?” Josh, her dad, asked. Kristy nodded. Josh yawned as he went back to bed. “What was the nightmare about?” Chelsie asked, after their dad left. “Mom,” Kristy replied. “I’m such a baby,” Kristy muttered. “No you’re not! I’m seventeen and I still have nightmares about that night. You’re only thirteen, much younger than I am,” Chelsie said, laughing a little. There was long pause. “I still can’t believe those police people haven’t found the murder yet,” Chelsie said. “I told you, they need my help! Those police people don’t have the memory and brains to solve this case. They didn’t even notice the fake sign,” Kristy said. “It was a Friday! I think in June. They probably wanted to go home,” Chelsie protested. “Actually, it was a Saturday the twenty-first and it was in August, not June,” Kristy said, gloating over her brilliance. “Oh shut up you smart-aleck!” Chelsie said, jokingly pushing Kristy. “Not my fault I’m smarter than my older sister!” Kristy said. Chelsie rolled her eyes. “Well, get a goodnight sleep,” Chelsie said, getting up from Kristy’s bed.

A streak of light came through Kristy's window, waking up Kristy. It was Thursday. Kristy got up and picked out shorts and a t-shirt. She quickly brushed her teeth and quickly ate went downstairs to eat breakfast. When she got downstairs, Chelsie was already eating. "Where's Dad?" Kristy asked Chelsie. "Today he has to work very late today. Coming back around 1:00 in the morning. But after you finish your homework, I couls drive you around," Chelsie suggested. "'Kay," Kristy said. Since Dad was a lawyer too, he worked late. At first he was doctor but he took over Mom's job. "Well, I'm off to school. Aren't you going to school?" Kristy asked. "No. Day off," Chelsie said. Kristy headed out the door and began her walk to school. Soon, she walked past her friend, Liberty, house. As usual,Liberty was on the porch waiting for Kristy. "Have you heard?" Liberty asked excitedly, when they began walking. "Uh, no?" Kristy said unsurly. "Wake up! The school dance is coming up!" Liberty said. Kristy sighed. "I'm not going," Kristy muttered. "No one is gonna ask me." Liberty rolled her eyes. "Whatever you say, smart aleck!" Liberty said in a silvery voice.

Soon the first the first period was over. Kristy went over to her locker and began getting her stuff for the second period. "Kristy!" Liberty shouted, as she ran towards Kristy. "What?!" Liberty breathed deeply. "Who do you like?" Liberty asked. "Why do you want to know?" Kristy asked suspisiously. "Just asking,"Liberty said as a smile appeared on her face. "I'm not going to the prom! I going to work extra hard these two weeks to figure out...you know what," Kristy muttered. "This doesn't have anything to do with the prom! Just tell me because...uh, just tell me!" Liberty begged. "Jason Connors," Kristy muttered. "The fourth cutest guy in school?Ok. Have a great day! See you in math!" Liberty said. Kristy sighed. "Whatever," she muttered.

As Kristy walked to writing, Mr.Carter, the teacher, greeted her. "Hello Miss Stewart. Today I will give you an assign seat because of the class' last week behaior. You will sit next to...Mr Connors," Mr.Carter said pointing towards Jason. Jason Connors? Crap!

Kristy's stomach was filled with butterflies. Her legs were stiff, but she managed to move them towards the seat next to Jason. "Hi Jason," Kristy said, trying to sound cool. "Hey Kristy!" Jason said as if they had been friends since they were in kindergarten. "Are you going to the prom?" Kristy shook her head. No. "That sucks. What are you going to do?" Jason asked. "Just gonna work on the mystery of my mother's death," Kristy said. Kristy was surprised that she let that out. "Oh. I'm sorry that happened. I was really looking forward to seeing you," Jason said.
"Why?" Jason smiled. "I was planning on asking...you," Jason said. "But if you're busy, I'll just take Lauryn," Jason said, sympathetically. "I'll...think about it," Kristy said, smiling.

After the second period was over, Kristy went to find Liberty in the cafeteria. She found her waiting with a seat saved for her. "Liberty, I need your advice," Kristy said urgently. "What happened? Did you get raped?!" Liberty asked. Kristy stared in Liberty in shock. What the hell?

"Are you drunk?" Kristy asked. "Oh sorry. No, I was just reading a really good book about this girl who got raped. So what's up?" Liberty asked. "Jason asked me to the prom and I didn't know to either say.." "Say yes missy!! This is like awesome! Jason asked you?! Say yes! Go walk your ass over to his table and say yes!" Liberty said. This why she is my friend. She always bribes me by swearing.

Kristy walked over to Jason's table. He sat with his posse, which made Kristy nervous. "Hey Jason?" I asked. His posse and him looked up. "Yeah Kristy?" he said. "I was just going to say I have agreed to go the prom with you." she said, then walked away.

Publication Date: 05-24-2012

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Dedication:
To all my teachers, bffs, and family!