THE GOLDEN SPIDER              

            
Kurt's journal,2001.
Sept 12, 5:25 pm, home.
       Today at my dreadful school, Jefferson high, started off as a normal day. First period calculus, was normal, We did the same thing we do everyday. Second period us government, I fell asleep and was awakened by my teacher. At third period, programming, I had fun playing computer games and not doing work. Yes, it was a normal day at school, until lunch.
       After killing my brain cells I left to eat lunch with my best friend brad. We went to eat at a local burger place about three blocks from the south entrance from the school. I knew brad since preschool, he is very strong about justice and stuff. During lunch all he did was talk about how the school was so over populated with bad students, young criminals. But I disagreed with him because I don't see crime at school that he says he sees.
       While walking back to school I noticed that I had forgotten my jacket at the burger restaurant. Brad told me if he should go get it but I said no. I got my jacked and walked back to school when I heard a scream from the school parking lot. I ran to the place the scream came from, just for curiosity. I found a freshman being beat up by two big football players. I hid behind a car watching motionless. After a few seconds the bullies left leaving the bloody face freshman behind a car. I then continued walking to my next class as if nothing happened. I feel ashamed now.
       I came late to fourth period, the teacher didn’t mind because I wasn’t the only one. We seniors tend to come late to our classes.
       While the teacher was lecturing I lost focus and dozed off. I had my head down and was looking at Vane that sits next to me in the other row. She is good student, taking notes and stuff, not like me at all. Well so I thought because she put her hand into her bag and took out a bag of white powder. Then seconds later a Carl walked down Vane's row and money appeared in vane's hand. I was shocked at the "magic trick" I just witnessed. Did a drug transaction really just happened during class? Am I asleep?
       After fourth period I went to fifth period of course but something was different, Brad wasn't at class I wondered what happened to him. He was problem infected with seniorities.
       As I walked from fifth period to sixth the most wackiest thing happened. Rico, a kid that goes to my second period class, was stabbed in the side, right below the armpit, by Knuckles, a well known bully. Knuckles fist pushed Rico into the wall near the bathroom. Stab, stab, stab, and stab. Rico was stabbed four times and then thrown into the bathroom, it all happened in about seven seconds.
       I kept walking to my classroom looking away from knuckles face as he passed me. I walked down to the stairs and into room thirteen as fast as I could, must have hit a few students on the way. Fifty minutes later the bell rang and school was over. I headed home to relax after that horrible day.
       This day was way too wacky for me. Shit happens but today shit did not happen, pure bad mojo happened. Where was justice today!? I guess brad was right the school is a place of juvenile crime. Why can't the police see what I saw today, where they too busy protecting others or stuffing themselves with doughnuts.
       I guess I can't complain because I didn’t do anything either, not even tell a teacher of what I saw. Hell nobody did anything, I know that I am not the only person that saw what I saw. Wow I am actually afraid of the school because what if something happened to me? Journal, I must end this entry because my phone is ringing.
No!
       Something terrible happened. The call I got two hours ago was about brad. What he told me was this journal.
       "Hey brad wh..." Brad cut me off and said in a low frightened voice.
       "Kurt help me please."
       "Help you with what brad?"
       "Kurt... I learned some bad info man."
       "What do you mean?" his voice is gets faster.
       "I tell you... after you left to get your jacket I walked back to school. Walking down the hall with no one around. I saw a dollar near the door from room eight. Instantly went to grab it when I heard these two students talk about how they had stolen the golden spider, from the principle office, during third period. After I heard this I yelled oh my god a little too loud because they heard me. I started to run and they started to chase me dude. But its alright now because I lost them at the Shoe Pavilion. Guess where I am now?"
       "Inside a closet ?"
       “Yup, cool huh?” I think he started to cry there.
       “what?”
       “This is cool man... I finally became part of the crime I always talked about... I like this fear of being hurt or killed... I ... don’t think they will let me live Kurt… they must silence the parrot," Brad then busted into tears.
       “Wait brad I got a plan, just call the police and wait until they solve this ok.”
       “No.”
       “what do you mea…”
       “Who is this?”
       I instantly hung up the phone, breathing fast and deeply, when I heard the unfamiliar voice.
       I took my dad’s car to the shoe pavilion to see if I feared was true. Cops and an ambulance car were in front of the shoe pavilion. I drove past the sore once and saw my friend dead body covered in a drape being mounted to the ambulance. A tear escaped my eye and then others did too.
       I drove back here at my house avoiding my parents to write about what happened to relax. I must find the two killers for my friend.

Kurt's jurnal, 2001.
Sept 13, 7:32 pm, house.
       After I wrote here in you journal, I fell asleep only to be awaken again because I didn’t eat dinner.
       At school today there were news about the golden spider that was stolen and rewards were being offered for its return or information. Sadly none one talked or even knew about Brads death. At lunch I started my investigating but realized that I don’t know the first thing about getting information. So I thought about something else, another alternative to get the same result. Brad said that he heard two students in room eight during lunch. Room eight was not a class room but a storage room so nobody ever came there, so maybe, since its isolated, the two killers made that room their hide out. I knew what to do.
       I went to room eight to find out if I was right and guess what journal I was right. I hid behind the door as the two killers gloated on how they got away with the murder and the golden spider. They also said that they would sell the spider for 30,000 dollars to some rich kid that wanted it. But unlucky for them I herd them and also did my cell phone . I recorded their conversation in my phone. Ha I am so smart.
This was super easy because now I only needed to turn in my phone the police and they will do the rest of arresting the killers, who by the way are T.J and Jake. I still can’t believe how easy this was, I was kind of disappointed. But that doesn’t matter the only thing that matters that brads death was not in vain.
I miss brad.
 I guess if it was this easy to arrest two killers then how hard will it be arresting bully, drug dealers, and other killers be?