Math class. All period I was wishing for a fire drill. Even worse, my math teacher (Mr. Miller) had just turned out a surprise pop quiz! Just as you may think nothing could get worse, I was "sick" all week and I knew nothing about this. Just then, the fire alarm went off.
"I owe you a hamburger," I half jokingly said to my principal as we walked outside. She shot me a quizzical look. Mr. Miller looked a little worried himself.
Weird, I thought. Then I saw it. Smoke, seeping out of the cracks between the boards covering the thirteenth classroom's windows.
"I need to go inside to grab something," announced Mr. Miller as he bolted inside.
"I think Mr. Klempner is ticked!" Shouted my friend Duncan Starr, who suprisingly got a few laughs, "Whadda you think Vinny?"
"Gee, I dunno," I mumbled. By the way, my name is Vinny, Vinny Harmon. I'm a senior at our school. Last year here.
The firefighters arrived but the fire had already gone out. They told us the rug had caught on fire but everything else is ok.
Then April Holland came over.
"Thank God," She said in that pretty voice of hers," The fire didn't spread, because I forgot my laptop in the school."
April is the most beautiful thing in the world. Two months from now is prom. I will ask her"
Anyway, after the school was declared safe, yeah right, we went back inside to continue math.
"Alright, champs," said Mr Miller, with a sly grin on his face,"Where are your pop quizzes?"
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I met Duncan after school near the old oak tree. Every square inch of bark is covered in scratch marks. And blood. They say Mr. Klempner took a victim.
"Duncan, I think since we've known each other since third grade, we should start a business," I announced.
"Like what," he replied.
"Since we are both smart, we could start a detective agency."
"I'm in, how much money you got?" he asked.
"$2,ooo in my life savings account, and i'm willing to spend every last penny." I replied.
"I've got $1,500 I think."
"Lets plan, I know a guy who has a building for sale. It has a garage and 2 floors. We could buy a car as well, only for business, and furniture."
"I like it," Duncan replied, "but for how much?"
"250 a month for two years," I sighed.
"I'm in"
They hopped in Duncan's dad's car and drove off. They drove twelve miles to a bar and I pointed out the man. He was at a table with a couple other guys that didnt look sober; he did though.
"Excuse me sir, can I talk to you?" I asked him.
"Do I know you?" he asked in a deep, gruff voice,"or are you just buggin me! Cuz i got a good game of poker goin on!"
"You offered your building," I replied.
"Oh youre Vinny," he spoke at a louder voice
"Yes"
"I don't have time for childish buisness!" he roared as he slapped me on my face. And with that Duncan and I ran out.
