Do Not Click Do Not Click Do Not Click
School Stuff
Fun Stuff
Life of Brian
The Uncovered Secret

By Anita

Where am I? I can’t see anything. Wait, what’s that? I can see… a light? Did I die in my sleep?! No, I don’t think that makes sense. I think I can hear music. It sounds like fun. “Happy Birthday!” I woke up in a jolt, like I had been struck by a bolt of electricity. Almost like that one guy in Home Alone II. My sister, Ally, and my mom were holding breakfast in their hands and there was a small, fold out table in front of me. Oh that’s right, today is my thirteenth birthday. “Wake up Tyler,” my mom said calmly. I sat up and saw the breakfast, pancakes, strawberries, and bacon! Within minutes, I was done and was about to lie down and sleep the day away. That is when I heard my mom calling me to come help out downstairs. I reluctantly got out of bed and went downstairs. Then I saw another surprise. The load of dishes I had to do on my birthday.

By the time I was finished, my hands were like prunes. I went back to my room with my head hurting like heck. I decided to lie down, hoping it would be gone if I took a little nap. Little did I know it was much more than that. Within minutes, I was back in the darkness of dream land.

I woke up at around 4 o’ clock in the afternoon. The headache was gone. I had a little while until I had to get the groceries. I pulled out Alice and Wonderland and started reading. Before I knew it, I had gone through ten chapters in fifteen minutes. Just in time for me to leave.

“Tyler! Don’t forget to buy some bread from the bakery!” Mom yelled to me. I was a couple blocks away, so I barely heard her. She always yelled something that was semi-important at the last minute.

“Here’s your change kiddo. Have a nice day,” said DJ. He would always work this shift, so we knew each other. He would sometimes get off early, so we hung out a little. He was about eighteen, had a shaved hair cut, and was African-American. He had a small African accent that is hard to notice. I also pass by his house when I walk home. I walked out of the store and waved good bye to him. Unfortunately, that good bye was for good.

My head started to hurt on my way home, so I decided after I finished my homework and dinner, I’ll go to bed early.

I woke up lying on a bed of grass. What the heck? How did I get here?! Weird, this looks like an Alice in Wonderland type of world. “Oh, my! I ‘m late, I’M LATE!!!!” I looked over and saw a white rabbit. Wait, a RABBIT!!!!! Okay, how am I in this world? I’m afraid to look down in case I’m wearing a dress. But I have to find a way out of here. Hey, maybe if I follow the rabbit, I’ll be home. Okay, I’m going to try it. I got up and ran towards the rabbit and just like the story, fell into a rabbit hole. Due to the falling down, I realized I in fact that I WAS wearing a dress. Thank god no one could see me. When I thought I was about to hit the bottom, I was back in my bed, in my pajamas, with my mom yelling at me to get ready for school.

I guess I was so tired that I just realized we were in the classroom. “Ok class, open to page 145 in your textbook,” Mr. Anderson said. He was one of the best teachers in the school. For some reason, his arm was bandaged, I guess he hurt it over the weekend. Apparently we all had zoned out because when there was a knock at the door, we all jumped. The door opened and two policemen came in, actually, to be more precise a man and a woman. The man looked to be in his early forties or late thirties. The woman looked like she was in her late thirties. “Sorry to interrupt, but may we talk to some of you students?” The man explained. Mr. Anderson allowed it, but he seemed stiff. I was wondering what they were here for, and who would be called first. Boy I would feel sorry for them. “Could you come with us first son?” I heard the man say. I looked around to see who he was talking to and noticed that he was in front of me. I pointed to myself to make sure he was looking at me and not the kid behind me. Unfortunately, he nodded. I slowly got up and could feel everyone’s eyes on me. I hate being the center of attention. I felt a little nervous and I couldn’t figure out why. They led me to the counselor’s office, which I noticed, looked like it had gotten a makeover done by the creator of Law and Order. “ Sit down please…” “Tyler” I said, continuing from where the man had left off. His badge said Detective Elliot Lancer. I sat in the first chair I saw and he sat across from me. “Now Tyler, have you heard about the recent murder cases in this area?” Detective Elliot said. I shook my head. Then he continued, “Okay, well we believe that one of the students in your class might know one of the people who were murdered. I’m going to hold up some pictures and you tell me if you know any of them.” I nodded in agreement. He held up a picture of a girl with brownish-red hair. She looked pretty, but I couldn’t tell what color her eyes were because they were shut. I’m going to assume these were taken after they died. Detective Elliot showed me two other pictures, one of a man, and one of a teenager who looked very much like a twelve year old. I couldn’t tell if it was a boy or a girl. Then, the next picture shocked me. It was DJ. I nodded, so that Detective Elliot knew that I recognized him. I felt tears come to my eyes and tried to hold them back, but they escaped my eyes and I could feel them running down my cheek. “Tyler, we brought some of this man’s belongings and I want you to tell me if anything pops out. Sound good?” The woman said. Her badge said Detective Lisa Benson. Well let me think, I find out that my friend is dead and that I’m able to transfer into books against my own will. No, that doesn’t sound good. “Sure,” I answered between sobs. Detective Lisa left the room and when she came back, she was holding a bag of DJ’s belongings and set it on the table. I looked at them and saw a cell phone, some gum, a wallet, a set of keys, and the only thing that had blood on it, a pocket knife. It had engraved on it, “To the greatest son ever. Use this wisely. –Dad” “ The pocket knife.” I murmured. “Thank you, that is all. Detective Benson will take you back to your class,” said Detective Elliot. Detective Lisa patted my shoulder and led me out of the room. “Hey Tyler, you did a great job, I’m sorry about your friend, but you just helped us a great deal in finding out who the murderer might be,” She acknowledged. I had a feeling this is far from over.

After that day of, “What happened? Did you sell something? Are you going to jail?” I was glad to be home. Plus, you wouldn’t believe what I found on the way home. DJ’s diary. I thought that maybe I could use my new power to figure out this case and see if anyone sticks out. So straight before I did anything else, I read DJ’s diary. I know it sounds bad, but I need to find out who murdered DJ. I had read all the way up until the day before, what I’m guessing, Is the day of his murder. I finished up the last of my homework and went straight to sleep.

I woke up not as DJ, but sort of like a spirit above DJ’s house. I waited for about ten minutes until he finally walked out the door. For the whole day, I followed him to college and I also saw the girl from one of the pictures shown in the questioning yesterday. Small world huh? But the real action didn’t start until after he got out of school. He walked to his work but was stopped by someone. They started talking, and DJ kept trying to get away. Suddenly, DJ and the mysterious figure started fighting. No one was around, which was the odd part. DJ looked like he was losing until he pulled out his knife and stabbed the man in the arm. But the man turned DJ’s arm around and stabbed him right in the chest. DJ was then lying on the sidewalk, lifeless. When the man turned around, I saw the surprise of my life. The murderer was Mr. Anderson.

As soon as I saw his face, I was back in my… Wait, this isn’t my room, much less my house. Oh no. I’m in Mr. Anderson’s house. But how did he get the diary when it was in my room? I’ll figure that out later, right now I have to figure out how to get out of this place. I looked around and saw that there was a window. I ran over to it to find that it was too high for me to jump and there was too big of a gap between the tree and the house. Then, I heard footsteps coming from downstairs. I hid in the closet which was, yes, right next to the door. I quickly opened the window, and then hid in the closet. I heard the door open and footsteps go towards the window. That’s when I quickly ran out of the closet and shut the door. I heard a click. Yes! Just my luck, it’s locked! I ran towards the stairway and slid down the rail. I got off and rammed right through the door. When I was far enough away, I took out my cell phone and called the police. Yes people, I had a cell phone with me the whole time but I was to scared to pull it out. It rang once, then I heard a woman say. “911 what is your emergency?” “Hello, my name is Tyler and I know this is going to sound crazy, but I just found out that my teacher is responsible for a murder and possibly others. I need you to come to 3582 first street New York. I will explain everything when you get here but you need to send the police right NOW!!!!” I said in such a hurry that it came out at once. “Okay, calm down sir, we are sending someone right now. They should be there shortly,” the woman assured.

When I hung up, I ran closer to his house and waited for the police to come. In a minute, I heard sirens. They pulled up and I ran closer. They ran out of their cars and ran into the house. One of them came over to me and asked me some questions. That’s when I heard the walkie-talkie switch on, and someone said, “Alert, suspect seems to have escaped through back window, over.” The police officer walked out of hearing range and talked to the other officer. When he was done, he walked back over to me and told me he would take me home.

My mom and sister were still awake even though it was close to midnight and Ally was in fourth grade. The police officer explained everything to them and I went into my room. When I heard the police man drive away, the door slammed shut along with it. I looked at my bed to find DJ’s pocket knife in place of his diary, I picked it up and saw that something new was engraved on it. It now said, “Hey Tyler, Thank you for everything. Watch your back. –DJ” That is when I heard a faint scream from downstairs. In about five seconds, I heard my bedroom door shut. Just so you know, the engraving was the last thing I read in my life.
The End

Brian Falkner Books