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The Mystery of Aiden Taylor by: Taylor Lewis and Courtney Peterson.
Chapter One
“It’s a long story,”
“Good thing that I have plenty of time then,” said Agent Marrow.
“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you,” I knew she wouldn’t and I thought that it might just make her give up. She was the lead investigator on the disappearance of Aiden Taylor, a boy in my class. But all she said to me was, “Believe me; I have a pretty open mind.”
“Can I write it down? And give it to you; like a report?” I said, and given the curt nod that she gave me, I figured that I had won, for now at least. However, I would probably be in a mental institution by the time she finished reading.
“Oh, and make sure you start at the very beginning and don’t leave out any details.” And, me being the smart ass that I am, I did just that.
Here is my very drawn out, written account of what happened to Aiden Taylor:
My name is Charlotte Murphy and I have lived in the town of Lawrenceville since my mom died. She had been in a car wreck when I was three, although my dad doesn’t talk about her very much, I know the basics. Like that she grew up here, and that she never missed a single lacrosse game whether my dad sat the bench or was playing on the field. I know that I have the same brown hair and green eyes as her, and that my laugh makes my dad do that sad puppy smile. My dad prays every day that it was a mistake, that the burnt body they found in the car wasn’t my mother, and that she had been alive this whole time, waiting for the right time to come home and say, “Hey! What’s up? Totally not dead!” with a smile. Every night he is always disappointed, and every day I will always be the girl whose mom died. I guess that is why I never really had very many friends.
Although kids don’t know as much as they think they do, they are pretty cruel, well that’s what I thought until Aiden Taylor came waltzing into my life. Aiden and I met in second grade. He was in the same class as me and I couldn’t help but adore him. We met when a bully that easily tripled my size, pushed me to the ground. Believe it or not, the three foot version of Aiden wasn’t very intimidating and the story quickly ended with all of us in the principal’s office. After everything was cleared up, Aiden and I were sentenced to a week’s worth of recess on the wall; which we spent laughing like two idiots at our lame jokes. By the end we were best friends. I know what you are thinking. What is a super-hot popular guy wasting his time on a geek like me for? Well, to tell you the truth, Aiden wasn’t always the lacrosse star he is today. I liked him because he wasn’t afraid to be himself. He was the kid that if he had a booger he would pick it and flick it and not care what others thought. He was the kid who agreed with me that 50 was definitely feel good weather. It didn’t take long for us to become best friends. Trust me, we were certainly a pair. Him with his little kid suspenders and bow tie, and me with my rainbow rain boots that I couldn’t help but wear every day. He came over every Saturday, Monday, and Thursday to play at my house and we would make up the craziest games and stories there were. One day we would be explorers in the deserts and the next we were birds soaring high above rainforests of South America. Back then we could be anything we wanted to be and no one could stop us. Not even the debate between being popular or not. But as the sayings go, all good things come to an end, and while Aiden never stopped being my best friend, we did grow far apart.
That started in junior high when he started hanging out with Amelory Grayson. Weird name, trust me I know, but everyone loved her. He stopped by my house the night of our first day of junior high in a daze. He kept going on about how Amelory was paying attention to him and how he couldn’t even grasp the concept of her being associated with a “nobody” like him.
“You’re not a nobody,” I muttered.
“Oh, but I am Charlie. I am all kinds of anti-popular material. How could someone like her like me?” he had said. That was his nickname for me, Charlie. He came up with it the first day we met. Something about how my name was too preppy or too long.
“Aiden! You are amazing! Maybe she is finally getting a brain and is finally noticing your… your… I don’t know.. you!”
He chuckled, “I know what you are trying to say Charlie, and I mean you don’t have to hide it. I know you were gonna totally say my sexiness.” All the while a smirk crossing his face, he continued, “Go ahead admit it I’m pretty hot stuff these days huh? The girls all want me.”
“Oh and the modesty ensues!” I laughed. We used to talk like this all the time. Sarcasm was like our secret language that no one but us could understand. It was like something from the movies, except I knew that we would never fall for each other, no matter how much I wanted him to feel the same about me. His sights were set on, at the time, the unattainable popular girls. The people that every teenage girl wants to be and hangout with, the person that had bullied and pushed and prodded them since the first day they formed their sacred clique. To me they were more like an evil cult that preyed on the weak and innocent, but to Aiden they were the most wonderful people in the world. Not a week into junior high, Amelory inducted Aiden into the popular clique, and when I say inducted, I’m not kidding. He even had to go through some servant type of initiation. He denies it, but I am pretty sure that the popular guys had some type of hazing ritual that was performed on the new comers. Soon I was left sitting at my little table by the windows alone, well at least til’ Mary came along.thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed it,
xoxo,
Loui
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