Author bio : I'm 13 years old. My favorite shows are Umbrella Academy, and Stranger Things. I have a dog and 3 cats.
Blurb: Brynn is having a sleepover with her best friend Olive. The next day she learns that Olive was murdered. Brynn is the primary subject so she needs to figure out who the murderer is
Mirror
“Oh shoot, Brynn I need to take my dog out, my parents told me that I could never have a sleepover without them home ever again if I don't take her out,” exclaimed Olive.
“I'll come with you,” I said hopefully
“NO!” yelled Olive “YOU ARE NOT DOING THAT! Are you stupid, Blair might come out, you know what your triggers are!!!”
“Fine,” I responded, “but you know Blair hasn't come out in years”
“You also haven’t gone outside at night in years, and this is NOT an exception. I’m taking the dog out and you aren't coming.” Yelled Olive in a tone that convinced me she would not change her mind.
While trying to calm down, I looked at the wall, a picture was hung there. In it was a young olive with dirty blond hair in her signature bun. She had dark olive green eyes, which is where her name came from. Next to her was me, my shoulder-length brown hair was messy because I had refused to brush it. I was wearing glasses with white frames that brought out my emerald green eyes, and freckles dotted my nose and cheeks.
I remembered when this picture was taken, we were 7, going to summer camp. It was a sleepaway camp that was meant to be a week, but I had to leave after the second night. Apparently, I was waking up in the middle of the night, pretending to be named Blair and scaring other campers. That was during the time that my disorder was really bad. “Blair” came out almost every night for years. Through that whole time, Olive was my only friend, the only person not scared of me. Eventually, the doctors figured out that there are some triggers for Blair, and she started coming out less, and less often.
While looking at that picture I remembered how she’s always been there for me and only wants me to be safe. I'll just try to sleep it's very late, I thought to myself.
Suddenly a bitter scream pierced through the air from outside. Oh my god, what if something bad happened to Olive! I know I shouldn’t go outside but I need to know She’s okay, I thought nervously.
When I got outside I immediately regretted leaving the house, but I went there for a reason I needed to check on Olive. Ugh, why do I always have to be so paranoid?
When I saw Olive she was getting up of the ground, I guess the scream was just from her dog pulling her.
I had forgotten how nice it is outside at night. I smelt the sweet scent of freshly cut grass and moist summer night air. I saw Mist droplets, on the bushes, shining in the light of the full moon, like diamonds. I felt a cool breeze glide over my shoulders, causing the hairs on my arms to stand up. Oh, shoot my senses are only this strong when… I thought nervously
“BRYNN!” Interrupted Olive, “You shouldn't be out here!”
My vision became hazy, as my mind slowly went blank.
***
As the morning light streamed in through the windows I woke up, my neck was stiff, and my body was covered in dirt. I soon realized I had fallen asleep on the ground.
“Olive” I called, no response, “Olive where are you” again no response. As I got up the noise of a shower running penetrated my head. I checked the time. 9:53, crap. “Olive” I bellowed, “I have a tutoring session starting in less than an hour, I need to leave, see you later.”
***
“As you finish that paragraph remember to capitalize the name of the city,” droned on Mr. Carter.
In my boredom, I instinctively glanced towards the T.V. in the corner of the café. The weather was on, barely more exciting than being tutored.
“Breaking news!” exclaimed the news anchor, “16-year-old, Olive Jenkins was found dead this morning. She was stabbed to death then placed in the shower with the water running, we don't know any more details yet, but this killer is obviously very cunning and dangerous.”
I felt like I was going to throw up. I have to leave, I thought.
“Brynn!” yelled Mr. Carter as I ran out of the café.
***
My eyes fluttered open. I was in my bed. My clock said 4:17 a.m. Suddenly I remembered the events of the last day. Olive was murdered!?!? No that can’t be true. “It was just a terrible nightmare,” I told myself, “none of those events actually happened and it was all in my head.” No matter how many times I told myself that I knew I couldn’t convince myself that Olive was alive.
The next few hours were spent sitting blankly in my bed, with tears running down my face, just like I did yesterday when I got home. A while later I got a text, unknown number it said.
I know something about your friend’s murder was written. I didn’t know how to respond, I didn’t know who this person was or how they had my number, but I need to know who killed my best friend.
What do I need to do for you to give me the info? I responded
Meet me in the alley next to the hospital at exactly 10:00 pm, They said
Okay.
It felt weird that whoever it was wanted to just give it to me, I hoped that there was no catch.
***
As I looked in the fridge, searching for some breakfast, I heard a knock on the door.
As I opened the door I asked, “Who is i...”
“Hello I am officer Carter, are you Brynn?”
“Yes,” I muttered anxiously.
“You are the primary suspect for the murder of Olive Jenkins. You need to be put in custody until there is something to prove you not guilty”
Me? But I didn’t kill her. I didn’t even know she was dead until yesterday afternoon. Hundreds of thoughts rushed into my head, and I struggled to keep them there, but I knew talking back to a police officer would only turn out bad.
The ride to the police station felt like it took hours, even though it’s only a few miles away.
What if I did kill Olive? I thought, what if she was right about Blair coming out?
***
Hours later I sat in the cell, trying to figure out how to get to that alley.
I read the texts over, and over again. Meet me in the alley next to the hospital at exactly 10:00 pm.
Suddenly I realized, the hospital! If I could just find some way to get to the hospital I can easily get to that alley.
Suddenly I fell to the ground and closed my eyes so it looked like I fainted.
“Oh shoot she fainted.” yelled officer Carter, “hey, wake up, wake up!”
I groggily opened my eyes as if I had actually passed out.
“Hey are you okay?” he asked, “I think you fainted”
“My head hurts,” I responded, “I think I might have a concussion.”
“Here I’ll take you to the hospital, we can get you checked out.”
***
After a long ride, we got to the hospital waiting room.
“Can I go take a walk outside I need some fresh air?” I asked.
“Sure,” he responded, “no more than 5 minutes.”
“Ok”
I went outside. My watch said it was 9:57 pm. I decided to text the mysterious number again.
Hey, I’m here, can I have the info?
A minute later they responded, go to the end of the alley, there's a phone under a wooden crate the password is 4465, what you want will be open on the phone.
After searching for a few minutes I found the phone. I picked it up, then dropped it because my hands were so sweaty, I hadn’t realized how nervous I was until now. What if this shows that me, I mean Blair killed Olive. Maybe I don’t want to see this, I thought. But then I remembered how much I’d planned for this, I remembered that officer Carter would come to find me in a few minutes if I wasn’t back. I wanted to do this and I had to do it now!
I opened the phone, it had one thing open, a video. Olive was outside when another figure came around the side of the house. I could only see their back so in the darkness, it was hard to tell who it was. Suddenly they turned around. They had shoulder length brown hair, a small pointy nose. Their eyes were emerald green, and freckles spotted her nose. The second they turned around I immediately knew who it was, it was like looking in a mirror.