Secrets Of Eve

Chapter 2

The end of the day slowly came around. I barely paid any attention-which is very unlike me- and my mind was on the note. I couldn't get it out of my head.

If it wasn't old Mrs. Jansen who gave me the note, then who was it? Maybe it was her granddaughter Mira Hayes. That girl is always playing tricks on everyone. But how would she know that I would get the book? Whoever is behind all of this is very smart.

Finally, the final bell rang. I sprinted out of that classroom so fast, I was at least 20 feet ahead of the nearest person. I pushed through the large double doors at the end of the school, and then, I was free!

I ran all the way home, only stopping once to retie my shoe. I reached my house, then ran all the way up to my room, without giving my mom a greeting,

Once I got to my room, I slammed the door shut and immediately sat down at my desk to inspect my card. 

My mom knocked on my door, then came in. I turned the note card over so she can't see it. I've kept it a secret for the whole day, and I plan to keep it that way.

She did an impression of me. "Hi mom. How was your day?" She turned back to her normal voice. "My day was great, thanks for asking." She looked at me, waiting for an answer.

"Sorry. I was just excited because..." I look at the card, searching for an excuse. "I got my friend's phone number." 

"Well just make sure you finish your homework before dinner. The Clafers are coming after dinner to have a little poker night with your dad and me."

"OK, um, I was wondering if I could go to Jenna's house after dinner. Just for a few hours."

"Yeah. That'd be OK. Just get your homework done."

"I will."

My mom leaves. I lock my door. I wasn't really going to Jenna's house after dinner. She's just my excuse if I ever want to do something without telling my parents what it it. Jenna is a real person, just not my best friend like Hannah is.

I don't actually have any homework. I just went along with it so my mom would leave me alone. 

I look down at my note card again. Let the inspecting begin!

...

I am a horrible detective. I have been looking at this card for the past hour, and all I have found out is Mrs. Jansen writes in black pen and in cursive, whoever wrote this, wrote it in pencil and in print. And I think anyone could have figured that out.

I decide to make a list of all the things I need. I get out a clean note card and a sharpish pencil. I turn the card over so I can write on the sides with lines, and I see that someone has already written on this note. Same handwriting. Same person.

And that means, that whoever has been writing these two notes, has been in my bedroom.