The Beginning of the End

Sophmore year is almost over, and as much as I want it to end, I regret that it will so soon. I told myself at the beginning of high school that I would be living the best 4 years of my life next, and that all the drama and homework and whatever would be something great to look back on. Mebbe I do wish to go back to being a fish, mebbe I did enjoy the little(but existant) punishment I got. Well, there’s always next year to look forward to, and mebbe I’ll learn to appreciate it a little more.

So I went in to take my credit by exam this morning. All in all, it really wasn’t that bad. Think I had a good chance – until I saw the heart diagram. “Hmm, don’t ‘member this being really important…” I dunno, I was under the impression it was going to be all multiple choice on stuff like, “what are the stages of development” or “what drug do you get cannabis from” or “what is the most effective way to prevent STDs” or “what segment of the population is *disease* most common in”, but instead I get a nice little Biology/Anatomy diagram. Without a word bank 🙁 I actually think I could’ve done extremely well on that section too if I had changed two things: 1)I knew that the diagram had left on right, vice versa(‘membered that much), but I couldn’t ‘member if it was ventricle on top or atrium on top. Oops… 2) The word “Vena cava”. I stuck the pulmonary artery in the wrong place ‘neways, so I think the ONLY thing I got right was the “aorta”. Unfortunately, the heart parts were worth a total of 10 pts, and you need to get a 90 or above to get credit… Bones were miraculous though. All in all, I only forgot the scapula(shoulder blade), ulna/other one(lower arm), and the pelvis(bonus pts for the person who can name the pelvis; leave a comment). Even though it wasn’t that bad, I know I’m not getting credit. Looks like I’ll do correspondance sometime later…

Star Wars is coming up this week, and thanks to the extreme generousity of Bobford, I’ll be going with 5 of my buddies at 12:05 at night(My mom’ll take us there at around 9, fyi guys). W00t for not sleeping befoere my first exam! I’ve heard it’s pretty flipping awesome though. Lots and lots of fights. Other than that is all spoilers. ITS GOING TO BE AWESOME!!!!

I did a large majority of my Fin review in one sitting, which I’m extremely proud of. Quite interesting what a quick review will do. In chemistry, at least. I’m on, like, 5 on the Holycross review – which is going to suck majorly. Damn her for making me do it, even though I’m exempting…

STORYTIME!!!!
A good afternoon is not having a dead broad on your office floor.
Today was not a good afternoon.
One of the secretaries came rushing in, a horror covering her face.
“Oh my stars!” she exclaimed, hand over mouth, eyes as wide as a whale.
“Yeah, that stain’ll be a pain to remove from the carpet,” I responded, checking to see how deep the blood had stained.
The secretary ran back out, which I had hoped was to call the cops. I needed answers.
And stain remover.
I checked and found the bullet wound just above her left temple, piercing straight into her brain. I shook my head, disappointed at another lost life at my hands. I searched her, looking for any clues to her existance, but she had no identification, nothing that could tell me anything. I knew there had to be a lead, something that could tell me something and lead me from this mysterious enigma before me. I checked her pockets once more, then again, hoping that I had missed that important clue, and that it still lay there.
“The police are coming,” the secretary told me, poking her head just past the doorframe. Glancing in her direction, I gave her a quick nod, and she disappeared back to where she came from.
No good mystery starts without a lead. Then again, maybe my lead was waiting for me somewhere else.
After the cops had arrived, after I had cleared up the situation, after I had cleaned up my carpet, I took my coat and went for a walk.

The Webster streets are a dangerous place, a poorly kept part of town. Slums exist in every doorway, crime runs rampant in the alleys, and no one who lives here doesn’t have a story to tell. The disorganized streets are a haven for those who wish to disappear and make a living without one.
I knew one man who might help me, one man who had all the answers, one man who just might give me that lead.
I walked into the bakery, inhaling the aroma of “Papa’s Bread”. I catiously walked over to the counter, checking for spies, yet trying to maintain my facade.
“Daniel, finish the baguettes right away! I cannot afford to lose my top customer just because someone sneezed in the first batch and had to start over!”
I chuckled at the menacing voice coming from the back, a deep Italian accent for a large man. I stood at the counter, awaiting his return.
“Ah, Dixon, my top customer,” he spewed, sauntering back over to the counter. “What can I get for you today?”
“Ah, Mr. Papa,” I started, iniating the code sequence. His countenance suddenly changed as he glanced at all the tables, then resuming his act, picking up a glass to clean.
“How are the chickens, Mr. Dills?” he responded, quickly picking up the lingo.
“They are just fine, but my third hen lay a broken egg this morning. I was wondering if you could stop it from happening again,” I quickly responded. You don’t get sent to four years at detective schools to not know this stuff.
“Well, what name does this hen go by? I hear that the name is important.”
“She is Betty, and it happened right after I rang the bell.”
His eyes suddenly flashed sorrow as he turned his back to me, replacing the glass and picking up another. “You might want to check the Bull’s Barn, the fifth stall. You might find some more hay there for more padding.”
I nodded my head as he handed me a baguette, which I kindly took for free as I turned to leave his shop.
I wondered as to what I would find at the Docks, but I knew that Papa wouldn’t fail me. I closed the door behind me when I noticed several figures around me.
“We’ve been waiting Mr. Dills; I’ve been waiting for this,” said the tallest one.