Chapter Three

      "What the hell are you doing?" Hazel shouted. Mrs. Uriel, the librarian, shushed her from behind the desk. Hazel quickly flipped a document she had in her hand.
      "I was just checking out a book," Reese replied. She quickly grabbed a book and glanced at the title. "I would so love to read . . . The Sleepy Willow."
      "You have never read a book in your life," she declared. "Come on Connor, lets talk later."
      Reese felt defeated and the day wasn't even over yet.

When Connor had came over, Abigail ignored her two best friends so those two best friends left. Besides, Abigail looked pretty comfy sitting next to Connor. They weren't needed or wanted. Dakota and Hazel stepped out on the porch. They thought of all the fun they had. It seemed like those days wouldn't be coming back. Hazel face showed anxiety and nervousness. "Should we just leave those two in there by themselves?" she asked nervously.
      "I don't know and frankly, I don't care," declared Dakota. "I knew she was in love with Connor but now she has taken it to a whole new level like the creepy level." Hazel nodded in approval.
      "I swear, she needs a major readjustment if she thinks she can just ditch us like that," said Hazel.
      "Someone needs to teach her a lesson." Dakota was quiet for a minute. She quietly looked in the bushes and dragged out a strange girl with purple hair and bangs. "Look what I found. What is your name?"
      "Bells Hawthorne," she squeaked. "I am sorry. I was just trying to get Abigail back for." She paused. "For nothing. I was just trying to pull a prank on her."
      "Well, continue." Dakota let go of Belle's plaid shirt and watched her scurry back underneath bushes. It would take a diary entry for them to remember this.

Dakota Sterling rocked her little sister, Katherine, to sleep. She had more important stuff to do but she had to because her parents went out dancing for the night. The last thing Dakota wanted was for her little sister to be bothering her while she was working. When she saw the eyelids close, Dakota placed her gently in her crib and crept out the door. Since Dakota never did her homework, the work she was referring to wasn't homework more along the lines of personal work. It took a while but she had finally gotten a hold of Reese's diary. She wanted to make sure that Reese was the killer.


Entry One hundred- September 2
      Abigail Dalton has EVERYTHING and yet she is a spoiled brat. Her little clique is exactly like her. I saw them talking trash about her behind her back. One of them made a threat. Should I make the threat a promise? It would only seem fair.  You are probably wondering why I hate her so much. Well, she spilled that sugar-filled milk on me. I am cured of my disorder but having food on me doesn't make it any more appetizing. I wish she didn't know me or my secrets. It will be hard to hide anything from that female dog! But I do know something about Hazel. It is way too juicy to tell!
Love,
Reese "The Secretive" Kingston

Dakota could turn this diary in and be the girl to solve Abigail's murder case. 'Why bother? The killer is right before your eyes and you don't even notice.' A shimmery, white figure stood before Dakota. She had long, pale red hair and grey blueish eyes. It couldn't be non other then Abigail but seeing ghost wasn't something every normal person could see. It only made things worse when Dakota was not scared of the figure before her. She had almost expected a visit. 'It is amazing. I always thought you were the smart one but you cannot see behind those blinds and see who killed me.'
      "Then who done it?" Dakota asked, fearing the answer.
      'Why would I tell you that?' the ghost questioned. 'That just takes the fun out of everything. Besides I want you to figure out the sad tale that was my life.'
      Was this girl mentally dumb? She had a great life and everyone knew it. Dakota couldn't understand how she was seeing a ghost especially a ghost who didn't know how good she had it. "You had a terrific life, Abby!" Dakota declared. 
      The pale figure sat gracefully on her bed in one swift movement. 'That is what everyone thinks.' If Abigail was not so blurry, Dakota would have bet that Abby was actually frowning. If ghost could cry, Abby would have cried right then. 'If I had such an amazing life, then why was I murdered? Yeah, I was pretty spoiled and arrogant but still. Would you kill someone over that? The funny thing is that I am not even sure why I was killed.' Her voice did not show any emotion. It was just empty. 
      After a long pause, Abby's figure had gotten real static-like. It was like how an old tv got when it was broken. 'Sorry, I must go but please find out why. Then you kill them for me.' With one last hollow smile, Abby's pale figure vanished. Seeing her old friend like that made fresh tears come out Dakota's grey eyes. She pulled her short brown hair into a ponytail and tucked herself in for the night.

Hazel stood at the wet earth beneath her. There was a storm and she was outside in the middle of the night. She had brought along someone that could help her and she trusted that the person would stick by her side if something happened. Two teenagers were at a gravesite, in the middle of the night, and with a shovel. This looked suspicious. Hazel dug deeper into the wet mud. There was a loud bang. She handed the shovel to her trusted partner in crime. She stared down at the silver coffin. It was magnificent but unfortunate that she would have to pry it open. 
      It had taken her awhile to realize that she had accidentally asked to bury the pictures with the body. They wanted everything to be handled immediately because they planned on moving, Abby's parents. The next day they buried the body without telling a soul and Hazel had accidentally, willfully gave the pictures up for Abby's mom to bury them with the grave. Since the Daltons had left that morning, everything would be find with the grave robbing. They lifted the coffin up. Her partner got a prying bar and flipped the lid open. There it was. The body of Abigail Dalton or what was left of it. It was surprising how slow the decaying process was taking. She grabbed the envelope with the sacred pictures in it.
      "I got them," she whispered as her partner slid the lid back on. "We will not have to worry."
      "Will anyone see those pictures of . . . you know," her partner whispered nervously.
      "They will have to kill me first if they want those pictures." Hazel wrapped her arms around her partner and leaned in to kiss. Her partner kissed her back and nothing would ever be the same between them again.