You never know how peaceful a bike ride at night in the middle of spring is until you experience it. I loved feeling of the wind blowing my long, brown hair behind me and feeling the burn on my legs as I pedaled towards my secret appointment. Although it was spring, it was cold enough that I had to wear a sweatshirt. So I had put on my favorite Pokemon sweatshirt, complete with Ash and Pikachu on the front of it. I only wore this glorious sweatshirt at home or on night excursions, simply because it was the only sweatshirt I owned that was black. And frankly, I was usually too embarrassed to wear it anywhere but my house.
As I neared the school, I looked around me. I was slightly paranoid after what had happened to me in the bathroom earlier. Nothing looked out of the ordinary. I saw no hidden figures lurking on the sidewalk, no mysterious car driver parked on the side of the street. This was a good sign.
I had finally made it to the school. Even though it was only a ten minute bike ride from my house, it wore me out. Sadly, I was never a fan of working out or getting in shape. And now I was paying the price. I dismounted and leaned my bike up against the nearest wall. I checked my watch: 9:58. Perfect timing.
Slowly and cautiously, I walked over to the school’s front doors. I was expecting another ambush, but nothing happened. The only thing I saw was Mr. Reeds, dressed in a green sweatshirt. Oh no. Mr. Reeds was Green? No way.
Mr. Reeds was the first to speak. “Hey Brundon, thanks for coming.”
I was in disbelief. My Algebra teacher was behind all of this? He had ordered his henchman to give me a swirlie? Why?
I was in so much shock I was stumbling over my words. “You-you’re Gr-Green?”
Mr. Reeds nodded. “I am. And I’m sorry I put you through all of this. But listen to me Brundon: I stole your rubber ducky to get your attention. You see, I know about your detective abilities. I have heard several kids talk about how you are always trying to solve some mystery. Well listen, I have a mystery on my hands and I need your help.”
I gulped. Even though I still resented Mr. Reeds for deceiving me and stealing my beloved rubber ducky, I also wanted to hear what he had to say. Maybe this mystery was the one that would finally get me famous.
“All right, I’m listening.” This had better be good.
“First of all, you need to know that I’m not really a math teacher. I am here because I am investigating an illegal operation that has been taking place in this school for the past year. I am part of an organization called CTU.”
“CTU? You mean, the CTU?” This could not be happening. Mr. Reeds could not be a secret agent.
“Yes, Brundon, CTU, Counter Terrorist Unit. We have reason to believe that there are terrorists attending this school.”
My mouth dropped open. Terrorists?! In my own school? This must be a dream. How was this even possible?
I started stammering again. “B-but why d-do you need m-me?”
“I need a student on the inside that can help me. Since I’m a teacher, I’m limited to one room all day long. But you could go wherever you wanted to. I need you to be my eyes. I need you to find out who is involved in this terrorist group.”
I nodded slowly. It made sense. If I helped CTU and found out who was part of this terrorist group, I could become big. This could be my breakthrough case.
“Ok, I’m in. But I just have one question, Mr. Reeds.”
“And what is that?”
“Where is my rubber ducky?” I hadn’t forgotten about my rubber ducky. It was the only reason why I came.
“Ah. Your rubber ducky is in my car in the parking lot. Since you are going to help me, I have to take you in to CTU headquarters to be debriefed. I will give you your ducky once we get in the car. Deal?”
I nodded again. “Deal. Can we go now?”
Mr. Reeds laughed. “Yes, we can. Follow me.”
I followed him to his car, which turned out to be a black Hummer. He quickly unlocked it and I climbed in on the passenger side, anxious to get my ducky back. I didn’t care about my bike anymore. I could get it once I was done at CTU.
The first thing I noticed when I got in the car was the rubber ducky, sitting on the dashboard. I snatched it up and held it close. I finally had my rubber ducky back! I felt complete once more.
And then I noticed it. Or maybe I should say, didn’t notice it. Let me explain: my rubber ducky is special. It is so special that I marked it permanently, so that it would never be mistaken with another rubber ducky. I had written in big, bold words BRUNDON on the underbelly of the duck. So when I flipped the rubber duck over to look at my name, I was shocked to see nothing. There was no name on it. Realization took over me: this was not my rubber ducky. I had been tricked once again.
I turned to Mr. Reeds and held the fake rubber ducky out to him. “Hey, this isn’t my—“
BAM! My head had just received a major beating. And it throbbed. Mr. Reeds had punched me!
BAM! He punched me again. I started seeing stars.
BAM! My brain couldn’t take it any longer. Why couldn’t I just black out?
BAM! This time I got my wish. My world turned to black.
Monday, February 14, 2011
Sunday, February 13, 2011
BRUNDON FIELDS AND THE MYSTERY OF THE RUBBER DUCKY PART 2
The whole day at school, I studied everyone around me. I studied how they looked at me. I studied their body language when they were around me. I was trying to see if anyone stiffened when I was near them or betrayed some type of nervousness when they saw me. No such luck.
Since my appointment at three was in the boy’s bathroom, I suspected that the thief was most likely a guy, although you could never be too sure. Maybe this “Green” person wanted me to think that, but it was really a female all along. Whoever this mysterious person was, I knew that I would eventually get to the bottom of this troublesome event. I was Brundon Fields, after all.
My last class of the day was Algebra. I will tell you one thing about Algebra: math and detectives do not mix. There is a good reason why the legendary Sherlock Holmes sat at home all day long: because he failed school. The only thing tolerable about Algebra class was the teacher, Mr. Reeds. He was by far the coolest teacher ever and he was also the youngest. He knew how to make everyone laugh and he even made me feel included in the class discussions.
Even though he was friendly in class, Mr. Reeds was very strict when it came to homework. During class, when we are grading the homework together, he will walk around the classroom, checking everyone’s work. It is safe to say that Mr. Reeds does not appreciate cheaters or slackers.
Time always went by quickly in Algebra class even though I was failing the class. I was shocked when I heard the three o clock bell ring. Class was over already?
I sighed. It was time for my meeting with Green.
As I walked to the boy’s bathroom by the gym, I started to feel a bit queasy about this whole thing. Maybe it was a trap. Maybe my rubber ducky wouldn’t be there.
Pushing all of these unpleasant thoughts from my mind, I slowly opened the door to the bathroom, trying to make a stealthy entrance. Despite my attempt to stay quiet, the bathroom door banged shut behind me. So much for stealth.
I cautiously took a few steps forward, listening for any movement in the stalls in front of me. I heard nothing and saw no feet in any of the stalls. Maybe I had beat Green here.
My next move was to check all of the stalls, just to make sure. There was always the possibility that Green had just left the rubber ducky on one of the toilets. Stall numbers one and two were empty. There was only one stall left. My rubber ducky had to be in there.
I gently eased open the door to the last stall. At first glance, I saw no rubber ducky in sight. That’s when I noticed the sign on the back of the toilet seat. It boasted a large arrow pointing down and two words that said: DOWN HERE. My rubber ducky had to be in the toilet.
I ran over to the toilet. I couldn’t wait to get my rubber ducky back! But I forgot one thing: the solution to all of my problems is never this easy. By the time I realized my mistake, it was too late.
Right as I gazed into the clear toilet water, I felt someone rush up behind me. My head was suddenly shoved down, right into the lovely water. I was ashamed of myself. I had let down my guard and was now paying dearly for it. Whoever invented swirlies had way too much time on his hands.
After what seemed like forever, my poor head was thrust out of the toilet and into the bathroom wall. As you can imagine, a killer headache throbbed through my brain. I felt dizzy and lightheaded, as though I had just gotten off the Silly Silo at Fun Land.
This whole time, I hadn’t gotten a glimpse of this Green fellow. Turning around to see who was so viciously attacking me, I caught sight of the evil doer who had abducted my adorable rubber ducky. The first thing that caught my attention was his green mask. So this is why he called himself Green. How original.
Besides the mask, nothing else stuck out. He wore a plain green shirt (of course) and had on some faded American Eagle jeans. He looked completely unfamiliar to me. But there was one good thing that came out of this: I now knew that my nemesis was a male.
I slowly backed to the opposite corner of the stall from green. I tried not to sway or fall down from the dizziness that I felt. Green just stared at me, as though expecting me to do something. I did the exact opposite. I stood still, hoping that this was all a dream and I would wake up and see my rubber ducky back in its regular spot. But, unfortunately, this was no dream. I had pinched myself just to make sure.
The creepy part about this whole thing was that the person that hid behind the green mask never spoke, as if he was afraid that I would recognize his voice. Hmm…interesting thought. I stored that in the back of my head for later.
My thoughts drifted to motives. Why would this masked figure steal my rubber ducky? He must know how much my rubber ducky meant to me. Why would he go to such great lengths to remain anonymous? I must know him and must have been in contact with him sometime in the past. What did he want from me? I had nothing to give him. What had I done to deserve this? Although I didn’t have any friends, I didn’t have any enemies either.
I was completely and entirely confused. This mystery might just be my hardest case to date. Granted, I hadn’t had many cases before this one. Most of the mysteries that I encountered had to do with missing candy and homework and that had only been my own fault for misplacing the items in the first place. But this case was different and definitely a lot weirder than anything I had ever experienced before.
Even more weird was what Green did next. Producing an envelope from one of his front pockets, he tossed it straight at me and then walked out of the stall. He must have more important things to do than steal rubber ducks and beat up nerds like me.
Thankfully, the dizziness had faded away. My headache was still present, but despite the pain I concentrated fully on opening the mysterious envelope that Green had so graciously given me. Here is what it said:
Brundon Fields,
By now you have been given this letter by one of my henchmen. I am sorry to tell you that I have lied to you. I still have your rubber ducky in my possession. I plan on giving it back to you on one condition: you promise to help me. It’s your choice. If you don’t care about your rubber ducky, then throw this letter away and forget this ever happened. But if you want your rubber ducky back, you will meet me outside of the school’s front doors at 10:00 p.m. sharp. Don’t be late.
Green
I cared about my rubber ducky. I didn’t care if it was another trap. I absolutely needed my rubber ducky back! I would do almost anything for my precious duck.
The part about the henchmen especially caught my attention. I guess I hadn’t met the real Green after all. No matter, I would just see him tonight because I planned on attending another appointment. This time, I would keep my wits about me. I hadn’t acquired these awesome detective skills for nothing! I was being put to the test with this rubber ducky mystery and there was no way I would fail. Brundon Fields would solve this case. Brundon Fields would get his rubber ducky back. And to do that, I would have to confront Green for real.
Since my appointment at three was in the boy’s bathroom, I suspected that the thief was most likely a guy, although you could never be too sure. Maybe this “Green” person wanted me to think that, but it was really a female all along. Whoever this mysterious person was, I knew that I would eventually get to the bottom of this troublesome event. I was Brundon Fields, after all.
My last class of the day was Algebra. I will tell you one thing about Algebra: math and detectives do not mix. There is a good reason why the legendary Sherlock Holmes sat at home all day long: because he failed school. The only thing tolerable about Algebra class was the teacher, Mr. Reeds. He was by far the coolest teacher ever and he was also the youngest. He knew how to make everyone laugh and he even made me feel included in the class discussions.
Even though he was friendly in class, Mr. Reeds was very strict when it came to homework. During class, when we are grading the homework together, he will walk around the classroom, checking everyone’s work. It is safe to say that Mr. Reeds does not appreciate cheaters or slackers.
Time always went by quickly in Algebra class even though I was failing the class. I was shocked when I heard the three o clock bell ring. Class was over already?
I sighed. It was time for my meeting with Green.
As I walked to the boy’s bathroom by the gym, I started to feel a bit queasy about this whole thing. Maybe it was a trap. Maybe my rubber ducky wouldn’t be there.
Pushing all of these unpleasant thoughts from my mind, I slowly opened the door to the bathroom, trying to make a stealthy entrance. Despite my attempt to stay quiet, the bathroom door banged shut behind me. So much for stealth.
I cautiously took a few steps forward, listening for any movement in the stalls in front of me. I heard nothing and saw no feet in any of the stalls. Maybe I had beat Green here.
My next move was to check all of the stalls, just to make sure. There was always the possibility that Green had just left the rubber ducky on one of the toilets. Stall numbers one and two were empty. There was only one stall left. My rubber ducky had to be in there.
I gently eased open the door to the last stall. At first glance, I saw no rubber ducky in sight. That’s when I noticed the sign on the back of the toilet seat. It boasted a large arrow pointing down and two words that said: DOWN HERE. My rubber ducky had to be in the toilet.
I ran over to the toilet. I couldn’t wait to get my rubber ducky back! But I forgot one thing: the solution to all of my problems is never this easy. By the time I realized my mistake, it was too late.
Right as I gazed into the clear toilet water, I felt someone rush up behind me. My head was suddenly shoved down, right into the lovely water. I was ashamed of myself. I had let down my guard and was now paying dearly for it. Whoever invented swirlies had way too much time on his hands.
After what seemed like forever, my poor head was thrust out of the toilet and into the bathroom wall. As you can imagine, a killer headache throbbed through my brain. I felt dizzy and lightheaded, as though I had just gotten off the Silly Silo at Fun Land.
This whole time, I hadn’t gotten a glimpse of this Green fellow. Turning around to see who was so viciously attacking me, I caught sight of the evil doer who had abducted my adorable rubber ducky. The first thing that caught my attention was his green mask. So this is why he called himself Green. How original.
Besides the mask, nothing else stuck out. He wore a plain green shirt (of course) and had on some faded American Eagle jeans. He looked completely unfamiliar to me. But there was one good thing that came out of this: I now knew that my nemesis was a male.
I slowly backed to the opposite corner of the stall from green. I tried not to sway or fall down from the dizziness that I felt. Green just stared at me, as though expecting me to do something. I did the exact opposite. I stood still, hoping that this was all a dream and I would wake up and see my rubber ducky back in its regular spot. But, unfortunately, this was no dream. I had pinched myself just to make sure.
The creepy part about this whole thing was that the person that hid behind the green mask never spoke, as if he was afraid that I would recognize his voice. Hmm…interesting thought. I stored that in the back of my head for later.
My thoughts drifted to motives. Why would this masked figure steal my rubber ducky? He must know how much my rubber ducky meant to me. Why would he go to such great lengths to remain anonymous? I must know him and must have been in contact with him sometime in the past. What did he want from me? I had nothing to give him. What had I done to deserve this? Although I didn’t have any friends, I didn’t have any enemies either.
I was completely and entirely confused. This mystery might just be my hardest case to date. Granted, I hadn’t had many cases before this one. Most of the mysteries that I encountered had to do with missing candy and homework and that had only been my own fault for misplacing the items in the first place. But this case was different and definitely a lot weirder than anything I had ever experienced before.
Even more weird was what Green did next. Producing an envelope from one of his front pockets, he tossed it straight at me and then walked out of the stall. He must have more important things to do than steal rubber ducks and beat up nerds like me.
Thankfully, the dizziness had faded away. My headache was still present, but despite the pain I concentrated fully on opening the mysterious envelope that Green had so graciously given me. Here is what it said:
Brundon Fields,
By now you have been given this letter by one of my henchmen. I am sorry to tell you that I have lied to you. I still have your rubber ducky in my possession. I plan on giving it back to you on one condition: you promise to help me. It’s your choice. If you don’t care about your rubber ducky, then throw this letter away and forget this ever happened. But if you want your rubber ducky back, you will meet me outside of the school’s front doors at 10:00 p.m. sharp. Don’t be late.
Green
I cared about my rubber ducky. I didn’t care if it was another trap. I absolutely needed my rubber ducky back! I would do almost anything for my precious duck.
The part about the henchmen especially caught my attention. I guess I hadn’t met the real Green after all. No matter, I would just see him tonight because I planned on attending another appointment. This time, I would keep my wits about me. I hadn’t acquired these awesome detective skills for nothing! I was being put to the test with this rubber ducky mystery and there was no way I would fail. Brundon Fields would solve this case. Brundon Fields would get his rubber ducky back. And to do that, I would have to confront Green for real.
Friday, February 11, 2011
How He Loves
This is an article I wrote for my school newspaper last semester. Enjoy.
By now, you’ve heard this song in chapel, sang along to it, and most likely have it on your iPod. I’m talking about “How He Loves,” one of the most well known worship songs of the year. But the sad part is, not many people know the real meaning behind it. My purpose in writing this is to reveal to you the reason why this song was written and to give you a better understanding of the impact it can have.
Most likely, you’ve heard the version sung by the David Crowder Band. But what most people don’t know is that David Crowder didn’t write this song. It was originally penned by John Mark McMillan, a musician who was relatively unknown at the time. McMillan had the song put on his first album, but he eventually gave the David Crowder Band permission to cover the song, and soon it became the huge worship hit that it is today.
The reason this song is so great is not because of the catchy tune or the impressive lyrics, it is because of the circumstances that surrounded the creation of this song. What most people don’t know is that John Mark McMillan wrote this song in response to his best friend’s death. McMillan got a phone call one night saying that his best friend, Stephen, had been killed in a fatal car accident. McMillan was crushed, but in that moment, he felt inspired and wrote “How He Loves.”
The irony of Stephen’s death is the real heart breaker. The morning before the accident, McMillan went to a prayer meeting with Stephen, who was one of the youth leaders at the time. In the meeting, Stephen prayed saying that he would give his life that day if it would shake the youth of this world. Little did he know, his prayer was accepted.
After Stephen’s death, McMillan kept waiting for this “shaking of the youth” to happen. But it didn’t. McMillan began playing the song wherever he went, and soon the responses came pouring in. People wrote to him saying how they had been saved simply because of this song. He realized that this song was the answer to Stephen’s prayer. This song’s purpose was to change the youth of the nations. This song is for the lost who need to hear about the love that only Jesus can give us. This song has power and it has a resonance that few worship songs have achieved.
When I first heard David Crowder sing this song, I knew it was going to be great, but I could never have guessed the amazing background that formed this song. Even though David Crowder made this song popular, I immediately get annoyed whenever someone gives them all the credit, not knowing who originally created the song. I find myself automatically correcting them, because I’m earnest to let others know about the talented singer/songwriter that McMillan is. I’m a big advocate of giving credit where credit is due, so even though David Crowder sang an excellent cover “How He Loves,” McMillan is the one that deserves most of the praise.
Every time I hear this song, I get chills, remembering the true reason how this song came about and the impact McMillan wants this song to have on our lost world. I love this song and the moving story behind it, and I hope the next time you sing “How He Loves” in chapel, you will remember the story of John Mark McMillan and begin to tell others about the true reason behind this life-changing song.
Interested in hearing John Mark McMillan’s version? Check out: http://www.myspace.com/video/vid/14207875
By now, you’ve heard this song in chapel, sang along to it, and most likely have it on your iPod. I’m talking about “How He Loves,” one of the most well known worship songs of the year. But the sad part is, not many people know the real meaning behind it. My purpose in writing this is to reveal to you the reason why this song was written and to give you a better understanding of the impact it can have.
Most likely, you’ve heard the version sung by the David Crowder Band. But what most people don’t know is that David Crowder didn’t write this song. It was originally penned by John Mark McMillan, a musician who was relatively unknown at the time. McMillan had the song put on his first album, but he eventually gave the David Crowder Band permission to cover the song, and soon it became the huge worship hit that it is today.
The reason this song is so great is not because of the catchy tune or the impressive lyrics, it is because of the circumstances that surrounded the creation of this song. What most people don’t know is that John Mark McMillan wrote this song in response to his best friend’s death. McMillan got a phone call one night saying that his best friend, Stephen, had been killed in a fatal car accident. McMillan was crushed, but in that moment, he felt inspired and wrote “How He Loves.”
The irony of Stephen’s death is the real heart breaker. The morning before the accident, McMillan went to a prayer meeting with Stephen, who was one of the youth leaders at the time. In the meeting, Stephen prayed saying that he would give his life that day if it would shake the youth of this world. Little did he know, his prayer was accepted.
After Stephen’s death, McMillan kept waiting for this “shaking of the youth” to happen. But it didn’t. McMillan began playing the song wherever he went, and soon the responses came pouring in. People wrote to him saying how they had been saved simply because of this song. He realized that this song was the answer to Stephen’s prayer. This song’s purpose was to change the youth of the nations. This song is for the lost who need to hear about the love that only Jesus can give us. This song has power and it has a resonance that few worship songs have achieved.
When I first heard David Crowder sing this song, I knew it was going to be great, but I could never have guessed the amazing background that formed this song. Even though David Crowder made this song popular, I immediately get annoyed whenever someone gives them all the credit, not knowing who originally created the song. I find myself automatically correcting them, because I’m earnest to let others know about the talented singer/songwriter that McMillan is. I’m a big advocate of giving credit where credit is due, so even though David Crowder sang an excellent cover “How He Loves,” McMillan is the one that deserves most of the praise.
Every time I hear this song, I get chills, remembering the true reason how this song came about and the impact McMillan wants this song to have on our lost world. I love this song and the moving story behind it, and I hope the next time you sing “How He Loves” in chapel, you will remember the story of John Mark McMillan and begin to tell others about the true reason behind this life-changing song.
Interested in hearing John Mark McMillan’s version? Check out: http://www.myspace.com/video/vid/14207875
BRUNDON FIELDS AND THE MYSTERY OF THE RUBBER DUCKY PART 1
BRUNDON FIELDS AND THE MYSTERY OF THE RUBBER DUCKY
By Jonathan Hausler
(PART ONE)
It all started when I lost my rubber ducky. Yes, I still have a rubber ducky. Yes, I still take baths with it. Yes, I am weird like that. Usually I blame these disappearances on myself, because I am constantly losing things. But this time, it was different. My rubber ducky always sat in the same spot on the side of my bath tub. I never move it.
So when I woke up on Monday morning and walked into the bathroom to take my morning bath, I was astonished to find that my rubber ducky was missing. It felt like a part of me had died. How could I take a bath without my rubber ducky beside me?
With tears in my eyes, I took a bath all alone, with my little playmate no where in sight. It was the most depressing bath I had ever taken.
I was determined to get to the bottom of this mystery. Whoever had stolen my precious little duck would pay dearly. I, detective Brundon Fields, would find my beloved rubber ducky.
My work as a detective so far was not great. I had solved several cases in my career, but they were minimal things such as why my middle school crush Suzy suddenly stopped liking me and how my pencils had gotten out of my backpack. Needless to say, if I found my rubber ducky, it would be the big break I had been looking for.
My first suspect was Mom. As I had gotten older, she had tried several times to take my ducky. I had caught her every time. She thought I was too old to take baths with a rubber ducky. But maybe this time she had gotten lucky…
After I was all clean and dry, I confronted my mother in the kitchen.
“Mom, have you seen my rubber ducky anywhere?”
She shook her head. “No, I haven’t seen it. Why? Is it missing?”
I nodded. “It’s gone.”
“Aw, honey, I’m sure it will turn up somewhere.”
As much as I hated to admit it, Mom was telling the truth. I knew this because she was a horrible liar and she could never keep a secret if you asked the right questions. When you live with someone for all of your sixteen years of life, you get to know almost everything about them.
First suspect: innocent.
Defeated, I walked back into my room and crashed onto my bed. I let my thoughts take over, trying to figure out some logical explanation for how this could’ve happened. I looked over at the clock on my nightstand to see how much time I had before I needed to leave for school. That’s when I saw the yellow piece of paper. It was lying right beside my clock, looking as though it had always been there. But it hadn’t. I didn’t see it there when I woke up this morning.
I reached over and grabbed the paper, curious as to what it said. Maybe it had to do with my missing rubber ducky…
What I read shocked me:
Brundon Fields,
If you want to see your rubber ducky ever again, meet me in the boy’s bathroom by the gym at 3:00.
Yours Truly,
Green
The letter was typed, erasing the possibility of tracking the handwriting. Whoever this person was, he or she was very, very good.
This mystery just kept getting more and more complex. How could someone have stolen my rubber ducky and then left a note without me noticing? I was Brundon Fields! I notice everything!
Still holding the letter, I got off my bed and walked over to my backpack. It was time for school. Whatever this school day held for me, I knew one thing for sure: I had a bathroom appointment at three o clock, to get my rubber ducky back once and for all.
By Jonathan Hausler
(PART ONE)
It all started when I lost my rubber ducky. Yes, I still have a rubber ducky. Yes, I still take baths with it. Yes, I am weird like that. Usually I blame these disappearances on myself, because I am constantly losing things. But this time, it was different. My rubber ducky always sat in the same spot on the side of my bath tub. I never move it.
So when I woke up on Monday morning and walked into the bathroom to take my morning bath, I was astonished to find that my rubber ducky was missing. It felt like a part of me had died. How could I take a bath without my rubber ducky beside me?
With tears in my eyes, I took a bath all alone, with my little playmate no where in sight. It was the most depressing bath I had ever taken.
I was determined to get to the bottom of this mystery. Whoever had stolen my precious little duck would pay dearly. I, detective Brundon Fields, would find my beloved rubber ducky.
My work as a detective so far was not great. I had solved several cases in my career, but they were minimal things such as why my middle school crush Suzy suddenly stopped liking me and how my pencils had gotten out of my backpack. Needless to say, if I found my rubber ducky, it would be the big break I had been looking for.
My first suspect was Mom. As I had gotten older, she had tried several times to take my ducky. I had caught her every time. She thought I was too old to take baths with a rubber ducky. But maybe this time she had gotten lucky…
After I was all clean and dry, I confronted my mother in the kitchen.
“Mom, have you seen my rubber ducky anywhere?”
She shook her head. “No, I haven’t seen it. Why? Is it missing?”
I nodded. “It’s gone.”
“Aw, honey, I’m sure it will turn up somewhere.”
As much as I hated to admit it, Mom was telling the truth. I knew this because she was a horrible liar and she could never keep a secret if you asked the right questions. When you live with someone for all of your sixteen years of life, you get to know almost everything about them.
First suspect: innocent.
Defeated, I walked back into my room and crashed onto my bed. I let my thoughts take over, trying to figure out some logical explanation for how this could’ve happened. I looked over at the clock on my nightstand to see how much time I had before I needed to leave for school. That’s when I saw the yellow piece of paper. It was lying right beside my clock, looking as though it had always been there. But it hadn’t. I didn’t see it there when I woke up this morning.
I reached over and grabbed the paper, curious as to what it said. Maybe it had to do with my missing rubber ducky…
What I read shocked me:
Brundon Fields,
If you want to see your rubber ducky ever again, meet me in the boy’s bathroom by the gym at 3:00.
Yours Truly,
Green
The letter was typed, erasing the possibility of tracking the handwriting. Whoever this person was, he or she was very, very good.
This mystery just kept getting more and more complex. How could someone have stolen my rubber ducky and then left a note without me noticing? I was Brundon Fields! I notice everything!
Still holding the letter, I got off my bed and walked over to my backpack. It was time for school. Whatever this school day held for me, I knew one thing for sure: I had a bathroom appointment at three o clock, to get my rubber ducky back once and for all.
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