Blog Post 11/6

“Your new assignment is….. at a high school!” I (point of view) replied “great” (sarcasm) as the chief told me that my next mission, investigating the death of a 16 year-old boy named Daniel, would require me to attend high school for 3 whole months. High school sucked. (Simple sentence). My time in high school consisted of constantly being made fun of by the “cool” kids, all of the girls thinking I was completely un-datable, and eating my lunch in the bathroom. So you can understand what my feelings were toward high school…(inference and ellipsis). High school was hell. (Metaphor). Then again, high school was 6 years ago (pace).  I couldn’t imagine it would be the same as it was back in my day. There were new kids (hopefully nice) (parenthesis), I was less of a dork (sorta), and I didn’t (contraction) have my mom insisting to pick out my clothes everyday for me. This time around things would be different. My trip back to high school became less and less about the case, but more about proving to myself that I could take on high school.

“I can do this. I can conquer high school. I can crack this case!” (anaphora). I told myself this the morning that I was headed back to high school to investigate the drug behind Daniel’s death. Daniel died from some sort of unknown drug overdose. My job was to find the sneaky supplier (alliteration) of this drug, find out what the drug is, and ultimately shut the deal down. That was much harder said than done. To accomplish this would require me to make friends with the jocks of the school. I mean, everyone knows that they are the ones that are dumb enough to try these unknown drugs right (generalization)?  Awesome. I had a plan. Make friends with the jocks, find the supplier of this unknown drug, and shut them down. This mission was not going to be like mission impossible (simile). I had this in the bag.

RING! (onomatopoeia), the sound of the bell boomed through the halls lined with lockers and classroom doors (stock setting). Kids flooded the halls, packed body to body, pushing their way through the crowd to get to their next class (Imagery). I had the worst class ever as my first of the day, calc. Calculus. Calculus proved to be the worst class I took throughout all of high school (anadiplosis). I walked into a room filled with desks inhabited by teenagers with the sour looks on their faces. I saw an open desk to a stocky guy with a football jacket on, Bingo. I sat down, introduced myself, and started complaining about calc. I’m in. Josh, the football player seated next to me (periodic sentence), instantly connected with me over our shared hatred of calculus. Sweet, I was doing well. I told Josh how I was new at the school, and knew nobody here. He asked me if I wanted to go out to lunch with him. Josh was very nice for a jock…THIS IS IT!! THIS IS MY IN! Josh seemed liked he ran the school from my short conversation with him. He HAD to know all about the drugs and who the supplier is. Right after the bell rang that indicated that calc was over, Josh told me to meet him in the front of school when it was time for lunch. I quickly agreed, and told him I would be there.

100% of the time spent in my next classes (data) went to thinking about how I could pry this information out of Josh. I was there at 12 on the dot. I met Josh and he led to his bright, red, mustang. I got in, and started talking to Josh. I asked him about the boy that had gone to his school, but had suddenly passed away (euphemism). Josh told me all he knew about the incident, and even talked about the drug had been going around school that led to his death with a sad tone present in his voice. WOW. This was seriously too easy. We kept driving and driving until we made it to the high school the next town. We pulled up in front of the school and Josh started laughing and told me to get out. I looked at him with a puzzled look. We were not McDonald’s like I had been expecting. He then said to me, “You are old. You are a cop.” I looked at him dumbfounded. How could I have gotten figured out so quickly? Did I really look THAT old…? He then continued saying “We’ve all been expecting a cop to show up to investigate the case, and I thought I would help you out. The drugs come from this school. The supplier is here. Daniel was friends with him, and brought the drugs to our school. Now that he is gone, we have none. I tried it once, wasn’t worth it. Find whoever is selling, and shut it down.” I was completely shocked. I thanked Josh for his help, and watched him drive away. I gave him the name “Josh the Great” (Epithet) in my head, but decided not to shout it as he drove away because I was trying to be less weird than I was in high school. I turned back to the school, looked around, and then the thought hit me, I became panicked, and almost passed out (parallelism) . “Why me, WHY ME???”(apostrophe) I said to my badge that I had taken out of my pocket. High school round 3, here I come…