Mystery of Death

Samedi pushed a tendril of hair from her face, hunched over a history book. "There's just no point," she announced, "I'll stop doing my homework. I'll get into college with my dazzling SAT scores. " Unfortunately the voice of reason in her head chose to speak up. And when you get into college what'll you do? It questioned, Not do your homework there either? Well now she was just into a vicious cycle, wasn't she?

Well in that case she had better do her history report. Grabbing her backpack, she headed for the garage. She smirked as she pulled out her handy fake license, and hopped into the car. A variety of times she was nearly pulled over - seeing as she was going around 95 miles per hour - but as luck would have it she safely made the three-block trip to the library.

Walking inside the local library was always a horrible thing to Samedi. The whole place smelled like fifty-year-old books, a good seventy percent of them as boring as hell. Actually, that was a horrible analogy, hell was probably much more exciting than the library. It wasn't exactly that she didn't like to read. She loved a good action novel, as well as the occasional mystery. Nonfiction was the problem. There's just no way to make something real exciting, she thought, real life is just too mundane, even if it was the sixteen-seventies and there were tons of battles and whatnot.

She still somehow managed to get to the reference section, the smelliest part of the library. She cracked open a three hundred page book, and had taken around a quarter page of notes when she got fed up. She would rather be locked in the local Walgreen's for a week than spend any longer in this dump.

Outside it was getting dark, when all of the oddballs of the world came out to play. She found a homeless guy in the convertible, trying to get a few hours of sleep. Hopefully her brother wouldn't notice the smell. Brian's strong point wasn't his observation skills. Didn't he have a horrible cold anyway? Samedi could never keep up with her family… some of us have outside lives, after all. Who cares if Marié got accepted at Yale? Did it truly matter if Corrine and her boyfriend were getting engaged? Maybe to some, but Samedi didn't care.