Something has to be inside this thing. It has to. Maybe there is a lock or something. Even if there is, how will you open it? ARGH !! I’m getting frustrated. Why was this painting buried in the park? Why did Isabelle die? I want answers!!
Tears fell down my face. I couldn’t hold them in anymore. Why was this happening to me? Why was it me who met Isabelle? Why didn’t I bring my wallet? Why did she did after I met her? Who killed her? So many questions, and no possible answers.
Someone killed Isabelle. There’s something inside this painting. Is it a valuable? Did Isabelle steal it? Did she refuse to give it? Is it a family heirloom? Maybe it is. It should be. It was hers, and someone wanted it. When she didn’t give it, they killed her.
Is that why she was so disappointed that day? Did she want to give it to me? Would she do that? Would she put my life at risk? If only I hadn’t received detention. If only I knew the answer. Maybe I would’ve had it. Maybe they would come after me. Maybe I would be dead. If I had it, they would’ve come to my house. And killed me.
A knock on the door made me shudder. Relax. You don’t have it. They’re not coming after you. And if they were, the wouldn’t knock. I took a deep breath and answered the door. I gasped. ’’Isabelle?’’
‘’I’m sorry for the disturbance. I’m lost and I don’t have my phone. Do you mind if I made a call to my parents?’’ Not Isabelle. Just a girl who looked like her. ‘’Sure, come in’’ I’m not a very kind person. I never let strangers into my house. I immediately close the door and I don’t even feel bad about it. But this girl looked so much like Isabelle that I couldn’t possibly refuse her. She had brown eyes, whereas Isa had grey eyes. Her brown hair was quite long like me, except it was wavy. This girl’s was short and straight. And her style wasn’t like Isabelle. Isa always wear colourful clothes and always carried her umbrella around. This girl was dressed in black. Her expression was serious, unlike my best friend, who was always cheerful.
‘’Thanks. Mind if I sit down?’’ I nodded and went in to get my phone. I unlocked it and handed it over to the girl. ‘’Call your parents, I’ll go get some hot chocolate’’ Why was I acting so strange? So kind, especially to a stranger? Did I just give my phone to her? I had never handed it to anyone – except Isabelle.
You can’t possibly believe she is Isabelle. I know I can’t. Isabelle is dead. Gone. This girl couldn’t be her. How could she? It just isn’t possible. I’m going crazy. ‘’Um..I don’t really need hot chocolate’’ It was the girl. I couldn’t bear to look at her. She looked so much like Isa. ‘’Ok then. Are your parents arriving?’’ She nodded and stuck out her hand. ‘’I’m Megan. And you are?’’ Megan. Not Isabelle. ‘’Evelyn. Nice to meet you’’
She smiled for the first time since she had arrived. ‘’You called me Isabelle. Why?’’ She had noticed that. ‘’You looked like a dead girl’’ You idiot! ‘’I mean – you look like my best friend – who’s dead. But you don’t look dead- like you look alive, but dead’’ What am I saying?
A loud honk interrupted our very awkward conversation. ‘’Guess they’re here’’ she said and went. ‘’Bye’’