Ella survived the entire school day, bouncing her legs up and down anxiously and drumming her fingers her desk, annoying practically everyone else. Her Math teacher, Mr. Dohn, had excised the class 15 minutes early due to the fact that they were doing practically nothing and her drumming fingers annoyed him.
"Class dismissed." He had announced, pushing his wirey glasses up his crooked nose with one finger. "And thank you Ms. Bismol. I understand you've wanted to get out of this class, it is Friday. Enjoy your weekends."With that he threw a stack of papers on his desk quite loudly and the sound made everyone flinch but they still fought to get out of the room. Out of school. Ella smiled and darted out of the room, her shoes squeaking on the plastic ground as she ran to her locker, pulled her backpack out and loaded books in them. Then she followed the rest of her classmates out of the building and she sprinted past them, trying to get to THE DAILY EDDISON printer. It was a small building, a small room, with some chairs for waiting, a printing press in the corner, a bored receptionist. Behind it were 4 offices. Editor/writer, writer, writer and manager/master editor. One writer was Ezrah Stone. He had a small office in the back.
Ella passed the newspaper stand, it once more was surrounded by shouting people and Ella squeezed through to see the large words printed at the top of the paper.
ARE WE SAFE? Ella gulped and pushed her way through the crowd to the other side of the road where the "homebase" as Ezrah sometimes referred to it.
They had met when Ella was in 9th grade, he was in 12th and they had talked rarely, but the net year, after he had gone she had found somethings that were incorrect in an article and she had an idea for a story and she was directed to him. Since that day, they were friends. Talked about all sort of new-sy things and important things and wars and gossip about the neighboring town, a lousy, but larger town called Silencehill. Everyone in Overthebrook hated everyone in Silencehill while Silencehill loved Overthebrook. It was a love/hate relationship.
Ella dramatically threw open the door, smiled quickly to the receptionist, who barely reacted and pushed through the door to the offices where she briskly walked to Ezra's cluttered office.
"Another body's been found." He said immediately as Ella stopped. He turned around in his wheely chair. Ella dropped her backpack off her shoulder.
"We should do some sleuthing."