Bullying Creative Writing

It's a Sunday morning and the sky is gray with clouds, so I start to think that it’s going to be a little cold today. Getting out of my bed, I do my usual morning routine: make the bed, change my clothes for work, brush my teeth, and eat breakfast. While I'm eating breakfast, I realize that my family is gone, but I quickly remember that they went to church, which explains why it was so quiet in the house. Usually, my kids would come running to me still in their pajamas telling me good morning while my wife is in the kitchen making something. After having breakfast and reading the newspaper, I prepare to leave for work. I usually leave at around 7:00, but on weekends, I leave at around 8:00.

As I leave the house, I check myself and make sure

that I have everything I need for the day. I passed my check and headed to the car. Since it was cold, the car took a little bit longer than usual to start up, it took 3 tries before it woke up. I set my coffee in the cup holder and drove away. As I entered the main road, there were not that many cars as far as I could see. My office where I worked was about half an hour away. The drive reminds me of my school days, I used to get into the back seat every morning and sleep most of the time for the whole half hour. It was great, but I have responsibilities now, and I have to get to my office. While I was driving, my phone rings, I glance down at it real quick and it shows a number that I don't recognize, so I rejected it. After that, the number kept calling me, and I couldn't pick it up because that's how responsible of a driver I am.

A half hour later, I arrive at my office. There is nobody there, so there was no one to open the door. I start to panic thinking of what I was going to do. I frantically search myself realizing that I had my own key. Relieved and relaxed, I unlock the building with my key and head on inside. Detectives usually take Sunday off, but I came in today because I had this feeling that I had to come in. As I'm going to my office, I walk through the hallway. Nobody is at work and the hallway becomes unusually quiet, so I walked at a faster pace. When I arrive at my office, I finally get to sit down, relax, and nap for a moment or two, because I was tired and coming in on Sunday disturbed my sleep cycle.

I woke up to the sound of my phone, I glance over and see 20 missed calls from the same person.

I was a bit confused and was surprised that one person has the commitment to keep calling. As I pick it up, I hear a high pitched voice. I process the voice in my head and I realize after a few seconds that it is a kid. I start to wonder why a kid is calling a detective, so I keep on listening, his name is Billy, and it turns out he has a case for me. But when he revealed his case to me, I thought to myself that his case was definitely quite silly. He said that he lost his iPhone and that he can't find it. Billy described his iPhone as a 4s version with a white color and a clear plastic/gel case. He also mentioned that he had a five dollar bill that he believed that the culprit left behind. I asked him if he still had the bill, but he said he already spent it. When he asked me if I could help him, I assured him that I would come to his aid as soon as I could and hung

up.

When the little boy called, I didn't really pay attention to what he said.

What I did remember was to write a note and put it on my computer, that way it reminds me to get back to his case. After I pushed his case to the side, a woman came in. She had a concerned look on her face. She said somebody robbed her purse and that she cannot find it anywhere. “Where did you put it last?” I asked. She said, “In my car, I drove my car here if you want to take a look inside and investigate.” I agreed, “but one more question before we take a look” I replied, “Why did you come to me? Because the cops could have done this just as well, and they have more people to do it versus me being the one detective you have asked. Why?” There was a long pause, that tells me that she was not prepared for the question. After the pause, she replied, “I don't know, I just don't trust the cops.” I thought about what she said, then I agreed to help

her.

I head to my client's car and when I get there, I see that there is a mess in the front passenger seat. I ask her why is it messy, and she said that the seat was where she had it stolen and it is also the last place where she put it. “Where were you when you got it stolen?” I questioned, she said that she was at home in her yard relaxing while her kids were playing in the yard. She left her car keys next to her when she fell asleep. “When I woke up” she continued, “I went to my car and saw that my purse was gone. I was about to call the police, but I decided to call you instead.” I asked her if there was anything else she saw in the car. She thought about it and went through her memory. Then she said, “Oh yeah, I also found this iPhone.” I suddenly remember the case that this little kid billy gave to me. “May I see the iPhone,” I asked, she agreed and handed me the phone. Thoroughly examining the iPhone, it matches exactly what Billy described it as. “I know whose iPhone this is madam,” I said. So pulled out my phone and called the boy.

The boy named Billy replied and approved that the phone I had was his phone, so I decide to head over to his house to give it to him. “What’s Billy’s address ?” my client asked. When I told her the address, she then says “That's the house next to my house.” I then have a feeling and a suspicion of the boy. I tell my client “If Billy’s phone was in your car, then what if Billy was the one that stole your purse?” She replies, “How can that be?” I explain to her how it might have played out, “So when you were sleeping, Billy might have gone over to your car and found that it was unlocked. He opens the front passenger door and takes your purse. Excited about his find, he drops his phone in your car during the process and takes off back to his house.” My client understands now how I came to my theory and we decide to head over to his house.

We get to Billy’s house and he is standing there in front of his house. Automatically he see’s my client and is starting to look worried. When we park, Billy is running inside, “He’s probably getting your purse,” I told my client, “By the way, I never got your name.” My client said, “My name is Samantha.” Just after she introduced herself , Billy came out and met us halfway up his driveway. “Here Mrs. Samantha” Billy said, “I'm sorry for taking your purse.” “It's ok,” Samantha said. Billy then looked to me and he asked if I had his phone. “Yes, I do,” I said. After he thanked me, I said “I figured you had her purse, Billy” Looking confused, I explained to him how I predicted it. When we all had each other's understandings, Billy’s mother called for him to come inside. Billy said goodbye to me and Samantha and we all went our ways.