I know, it is short....
Chapter Two
This can’t be. I traced the deeply carved words with my fingers. Anna had very unique handwriting, so nobody else could have written it. She always made a dash through her O’s, and made a curve on the top of her H’s. The carving had both of those features. Could somebody be playing a trick on me? Who else knew what Anna’s handwriting looked like? Anna and I’s only other close friend was named Patrick. I sighed and rolled my eyes. Patrick. He was a real prankster. How could he do this to me? How could he be so low? Both he and I were very sensitive about Anna, why would he do something like this?
Oh, crap, Hayden and Dashil! I forgot they had already started going home. I peered up the path that lead back up to our house. But I let my breath out when I spotted them sitting down in the middle of the path playing with something, probably a bug. They were so fascinated with bugs. I started walking to them and dialed Patrick’s number on my phone. After a couple rings, he picked up.
“Hey Lace!”
“Patrick! How could you do something like that? You have no idea how much that freaked me out!” I shouted into the phone,
“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Calm down. What on earth are you talking about?”
“Don’t play innocent. I know you did it.”
“I have no idea what you are talking about. You are kind of freaking me out here.”
His voice sounded pure, and I almost believed him. But Patrick was good at lying.
“Park bench…ring a bell?”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“Wow, Patrick,” I said sarcastically, “give it up. You carved ‘bottom wasn’t death’ in Anna’s handwriting on the park bench. Were you trying to scare me?”
Patrick was silent for a couple seconds, and when he replied his tone made a shiver go up my spine.
“I’m coming over.”
Then the line went dead.
