Leslie walked to school alone that morning. Martina hadn't shown up at her
house, which worried her even more. On the way to school, she passed
Angela and Mike's house. The police were crawling all over the place.
Mrs. Duvall, Martina's mother, was standing there crying as one of the
police officers explained to her that Martina hadn't been missing that
long, and she could easily be out somewhere having fun.
That day in school, Leslie couldn't concentrate on a single thing. At
lunch, she sat inside the cafeteria. The sky was gray and it looked like
there was about to be some thunder and lightning. She sat at a table with
Kerri and Felicia, but couldn't eat. What if something really horrible had
happened to Martina? It was all her fault. She knew it was a bad idea to
go to a party where everyone was older and probably drinking and doing
Suddenly, Leslie saw Ethan and Paul enter. They sat at a nearby table, but
barely talked to one another. They looked exhausted and worn out. She
guessed they had partied too hard the night before. Leslie couldn't stop
herself from approaching them to ask if they knew where Martina was.
She walked over and pushed her long hair behind her shoulder. "Hey," she
said to both of them. She then stared right at Ethan. "You went to the
party last night. Do you know what happened to Martina?"
Ethan looked to Paul for help, but turned back to Leslie. "Who? I wasn't
at any party last night. Sorry, I can't help you, girlie."
"Don't give me that," she challenged. "I know you were there, and I know
you invited her, so cut the crap and tell me the truth."
Ethan's face became harsh as he looked at her. "Listen, get out of here.
I don't know what you're talking about," he said angrily. Paul watched on
fearing that Ethan would lose his temper and say something he would regret.
Leslie walked away furiously. How dare they lie to her face like that?
She knew that they had something to do with Martina's disappearance and she
would figure out what happened if it killed her.
That night Martina's picture was on the news. She was officially a missing
person now. Leslie sighed and went into her room. She needed to study if
she was going to get an A in biology. She laid down on her stomach and
opened her textbook. Almost immediately she fell asleep. She woke up four
hours later in a cold sweat. She had her dream again. But this time
something was different. She immediately picked up her phone and called
Martina's house. Her mother answered on the first ring.
"Mrs. Duvall, it's Leslie. I'm sorry to call you this late, but I
remembered something. Did the police look for Martina at Paul's cabin?"
There was silence on the other end of the line as Mrs. Duvall frantically
scribbled down what Leslie had said. She hung up the phone and Leslie was
confident that she had called the police immediately thereafter.