unclear lies

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*chapter 1 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

"Callie!" Alayna slurs the 'ie' like a drunk from behind me. It's woodwork class. The only class we share with the year 12s. The only class we have to deal with Alayna's older brother.

"Yeah?" I yell back, not turning my head away from my birdhouse. Well, it's supposed to be a birdhouse. It's sort of looking more like bird vomit, but oh well. This class doesn't matter to me. I want to be a cop. Making things out of wood won't help with protecting the town.

"Come here!" Alayna yells from across the class for a second time. I stand up from my raised stool and brush off my apron. The amount of wood dust and chippings that appear on the apron is unbelievable. I walk over to where Alayna's standing, trying to make her birdhouse.

"Look." She grins, looking up at me with her bright blue eyes.

"Wow." I let my tongue stay on the 'o' for a little long.

"Hey gang." Two strong arms wrap around our shoulders. It's Connor. Alayna's brother.

"Make up your mind on our nickname. First it was The Heathers, then it was Spice Girls, then it was Double Trouble, and now Gang." Alayna rolls her eyes.

"What can I say? I'm a man of many words." He looks at me and winks.

I scoff. "You mean a boy. You still sound like a 14-year-old, and you're 17."

Alayna giggled.

"You still sound like a muppet." He snaps back.

"You still sound like Gumball Watterson."

"You still sound like Mabel Pines."

"You still sound like Cosmo from Fairly Odd Parents."

"Shut up guys!" Alayna interrupts. "You both need to stop carrying on. Apologise." She says sternly.

Connor and I look at each other. We've just never gotten along. Even when I met him in year 7 I hated him. Even when he would make the other girls around me swoon with just a glance. He wasn't even overly attractive when he was in year 8. He was just some pre-pubescent 13-year-old boy. But then again, when you go to an Australian private high school that was co-ed, he was the best guy you could get. Did I have a crush on him? Of course I did. But did I want Alayna to know that? Definitely not. So I settled on hating him. Even when I didn't hate him. Even when I had the biggest high school crush on him.

But I guess for Alayna's sake, being nice to each other in front of her wouldn't be too hard. I widen my eyes quickly at him as if to signal that we have to do it for Alayna.

"Sorry." We both say in sync.

"Good," Alayna cheerfully says, pulling out her phone from her blazer pocket. "I'm going to take a photo to declare that from this day forward, my best friend and brother will actually get along."

We both roll our eyes. Alayna gets into a selfie pose with us in the background. I forcefully smile at her. Connor frowns. I nudge his ribs, and he lets a small squeal escape his lips. He then smiles as Alayna's thumb hovers over the photo button.

"Say cheese!" She grins.

*SNAP*

"Callie? Are you home?" A knock on my front door interrupts my thoughts. I look up from the photo and wipe my tears. I place the picture down and walk toward the door, carefully. I don't want to get abducted. I put my hand on the doorknob slowly and opened it. When I see who's at it, I let out a huge breath I didn't even know I was holding. It's the officers that have previously visited my house about eighteen times in the span of the four weeks since my best friend went missing. Also known as the officers I spent every waking minute with when I worked at the station.