Just Another Day *a story

by Hype

It was just another day. Nayla smacked the button of her alarm clock, stopping the annoying buzzing she knows would wake her even in her deepest sleep, but her dad's voice came through the door, telling her to hurry up or she would be late. Nayla looked at her clock again, just now realizing the clock had been buzzing for more than ten minutes, meaning she would have to skip breakfast and run to school today. Yea, she thought with a groan, just another day.

After jumping out of bed and rushing to put on some clothes, Nayla was out the door with her bag in hand. She slung her messenger bag over her shoulder in a position she could run, then she was down the sidewalk at a trot. As she was on her way, many police cars passed her going really fast with their sirens loud. Nayla was stunned. Nothing ever happened in this little town she was born in. Most likely a wreck, she thought. Please do not let it be my friend Bubble in the wreck
Nayla found a new burst of energy, running steadily to try and follow the police cars to the scene of the crash.

She found herself at her school, watching police tape off the doors and seeing many students and teachers talking and crying. Panicking, Nayla tried to locate Bubble in the growing crowd. When she finally saw her, she nearly collapsed with relief, and ran up to her. Bubble was talking to their Chemistry teacher, Mrs. Kate. They were both crying, and when Nayla asked what was going on, Bubble hugged her and whispered in her ear, "Mr. Bill was found in the Chemistry Lab. Nayla, he is dead. "Bubble burst into tears again

Nayla found herself barely tearing up. She resented this part of her, the part that will only register the good parts and not the bad and sad. Looking around, she saw almost everyone was crying. Nayla was really surprised. Mr. Bill was the teacher of the Math class and was also a known pervert. He liked flirting with the female students, making many angry and more than a few scared of him. Well, that was yesterday, she thought, and today, any of those passing by would think a hero had died. Through all these thoughts, she tried hard to push a couple tears into her eyes, but failed

It was then that she noticed two policemen headed their way. They looked grim. Bubble took her hand for courage, then turned to the police and said, "Have the investigators found anything?" Nayla had to admit, Bubble had guts. Even she would not talk to the police. The policemen looked at each other, then at Nayla. One said, "Yes, but we need to talk to Nayla here first." Nayla froze. How do they know my name? she thought frantically. Even as she thought this, she was stepping forward, away from her friend and into unknown territory. Her heart was thumping hard against her chest so hard she feared the policemen would hear it.

"What is it officers?" she asked shakily. No! My voice caught! Maybe they will think it did that because I am 'sad' about Mr. Bill? her mind raced. The look on one officer's face told her that he did not miss it. She would have to be more careful. Officer one said, "Nayla, we need you to tell us where you were last night between the hours nine p.m. and one a.m." Fighting for courage, Nayla looked him in the eye and said, "Excuse me, but at that time I was taking a shower, doing my homework, then I went to bed until seven thirty-five this morning. Before you ask, you can ask my parents. They were there all night, just like I was." Officers one and two looked taken aback, and officer one took a small notepad from his pocket and wrote something down. As officer one wrote, officer two said, "Nayla, if we want to reach you, what number should we call?"

Nayla automatically distrusted these two snakes in uniform. They think I did this I know they do Well, we can not have that, can we? she thought to herself. She gave them a false number, then excused herself from their presence. She walked back over to Bubble, who had watched from a distance with great interest. Nayla found that strange. Then all of a sudden, Bubble's face contorted from an interested face to one of disgust. Nayla was about to ask what was wrong when arms wrapped around her neck, squeezing hard but not strangling her. Nayla laughed, already knowing who it was

"Vandal! How are you?" she asked her longtime friend from preschool, laughing. Vandal laughed too, but it was halfhearted. "Everything is ", he said, "but it is kind of sad that Mr. Bill was killed." Nayla stopped laughing. She said, "I am sorry to think this, but I am not sorry about that." Vandal and Bubble looked at her, astonished. "Why?" asked Bubble. "He was a pervert who flirted with each female student, and also got touchy, as you well know. He tried to touch both me and Bubble. Mr. Bill was lucky I did not turn him in right then and there." Nayla stated

With Vandal on her right and Bubble to her left, she drug them down the street toward her house. There would not be any school today. Nayla could easily tell her two friends were having trouble getting along. It was written all over their faces. Nayla sighed, trying to think of a way to help them be friends. Maybe a movie would help them she thought. She asked if they wanted to watch a movie, but when Vandal agreed, Bubble gave an excuse to leave. Sighing again, Nayla sat and watched two movies with Vandal, then had to go home and walk his dog Duke.

Alone, Nayla decided to go take a walk in the park nearly two blocks away. As she was leaving, the phone started ringing. "Hello?" she asked. "Yes, is this Nayla?" the voice asked. Now cautious, she answered, "Yes it is. Who is this?" "This is the policeman that spoke to you earlier today. We need to talk." he said, sounding not too pleased. Nayla's heart skipped a beat, then she whispered, "What do you want?" "We have an officer on his way to your house now. He will ask you to come downtown with him. Again, we need to talk. In person." he said impatiently, like he had better stuff to do. "Hello? Hello? Nayla!" he shouted, but Nayla was already out the door, headed to her friend's house seven housed down. She knocked on the door, and when Bubble opened the door, Nayla busted into tears and hugged Bubble like there was no tomorrow. Nayla choked out what had happened. Bubble went very still, which puzzled Nayla.

"Listen Nayla, why not come in and eat some supper? You need to calm down a bit before your parents get home from work." Bubble said. Nayla, hardly able to keep still now, said, "No thank you Bubbles. But listen to me, please. I did not kill Mr. Bill. You know I would never do anything like that." Bubbles, now with her back to Nayla, said, "Oh, I know that silly! You would never do such a thing. But I would, and you know it." Nayla froze for the second time that day. This horrible day will never end, will it? she thought. Out loud, she said. "Bubbles, please tell me you do not mean what I think you mean." Bubbles giggled, a now freakish sound

Standing in the hallway, Nayla could not see what Bubbles had just picked up off the counter. From what she could remember, there was a knife stand there, but what could Bubbles want with a knife at this moment? Well, she did offer me to eat supper with her, so maybe she needs to cut something up? Nayla reasoned, but deep down, she was uncomfortable. Something was not right. All of a sudden, Bubbles laughed out loud. Startled, Nayla, backed up a couple steps. Without turning around, Bubble said, "Nayla, where is Vandal? Your best friend abandon you? Aw, how sad." Bubble finally turned around, and she could see that she was indeed holding a knife. Continuing, Bubble said, "You want to know why that officer called you? He was not after you Nayla. He was after me. I killed that pervert of a teacher. He had snuck up on me while I was working on some extra credit in Chemistry. Mr. Bill touched me, and I turned around too fast, spilling a highly toxic chemical I was holding in his face." Nayla could tell Bubble was trying hard not to cry

"Why did you leave him there and not get help?" Nayla could not help asking. "Because," she said, "he was already gone. "Then the tears overflowed and quietly dripped on the carpet. Nayla could not help herself. Even though Bubble held a knife, Nayla walked to her and hugged her, refusing to let go when she struggled. Finally, Bubble dropped the knife and hugged Nayla back. Just at that moment, someone knocked on the door. Both girls could not move, for fear it was the police, here to take Bubble away. Then the door slowly creaked open, much like in a horror movie, thought Nayla.

Vandal's head popped around the edge of the door, looking at the girls hugging curiously. Nayla saw him look down at the knife Bubble had dropped, but shook her head, telling him not to say anything. Vandal nodded, taking the hint. He came inside and shut the door behind him. Then all three of them, Nayla, Vandal, and Bubbles stood in a group hug until the police came. Thankfully they had put the knife away right before they stepped in. The police took Bubble, but she was set free soon after a thorough investigation about the toxic chemical. Everything came back clean for Bubble. Even the friendship with Vandal, which Nayla was always the bridge between them. Forever would these three be together, through college, life, and death. Just another day, was Nayla's last thought before she died at ninety-seven.

yea, it is a long story <P lol