My Mystery-Part 1

*This mystery I wrote in school, so you may not know all the characters.*

Thunder cracked outside as Mr. Johnson walked into the school building. It was early in the morning, far before any of the other teachers or students would be arriving for the school day. He had forgotten his laptop. The school was dark, even with a few of the florescent lights were on. He walked inside, rather cautiously. He wasn’t really sure what the school was like at this hour. Mr. Johnson had never been in the school when it was dark as this.

The door slammed loudly behind him as he walked in the side door. The wind seemed like it was howling inside of the school building. Mr. Johnson began to walk quickly to his room. Finally he was there. He fumbled with the key, as it refused to unlock the door. Then, strangely, the door opened itself. These weird things didn’t surprise Mr. Johnson now.

A strange shadow was cast over the room. He looked in the direction of where the shadow was coming from, but didn’t see anything. He searched for his laptop everywhere. Mr. Johnson looked under his desk, under the TV sets, and by the sink. No laptop was to be found. He decided to check Mrs. Bruch’s room.

When he came back, hands empty, he was shocked to find his room in a mess. Desks knocked over, glass with blood on it, and coffee. Coffee was spilled everywhere. Mr. Johnson had no idea that could have committed this crime, so he called me. I’m a detective, and I don’t belong to an agency. I only work on cases that interest me, and this one did. My name is Detective Rawlings, and I was called to take this case. This makes some people wonder, because I tend to take the more obscure cases. And this case was definitely obscure.

I didn’t come to the crime scene right away. The school day was going to start soon. However, I did tell Mr. Johnson to leave his room the way it was when he found it. I needed all the clues I could get.

Later in the day, I went to the crime scene. It was right after-school, because I wanted the teachers to be there. I needed to see my suspects.

Entering the room, the first thing I saw was the glass… with blood. Now, many people would have gone to get the blood tested, but not me. The solution would be much easier than that. I could just see which teacher had been cut, since we were almost sure the criminal was a teacher.

I then saw the coffee, the chalk hand-prints, and every other clue. But the most promising was the glass. However, I wasn’t sure where the glass had come from. Then I saw the window to the door, and figured it out.

It was time for me to leave. I thanked Mr. Johnson for his time, and said the case would be solved within the next few days. This was going to be a challenge for me, but I was sure I could do it.

I walked out of the room, and saw a teacher with short hair. The woman’s right hand was bandaged.

“Excuse me. May I ask what happened with your hand?” I asked politely. I made it a point not to introduce myself.

She looked at me cautiously. “Oh, I cut it on some glass…while replacing my windows.” She smiled and walked off.

I had my first suspect. Maybe this case wouldn’t be such a challenge after all. Actually, I was pretty sure that this women wasn’t just suspect, but a definite criminal. What could be the chances of her cutting her hand on glass and also Mr.Johnson’s window being broken?

The next day I decided not to go to the school because I wasn’t feeling well. But an urgent call from Mr. Johnson changed that.

“Hello? This is Mr. Johnson. I’m calling from the school to report another incident. This time it’s Ms. Orleski’s room. The entire room is trashed. Please come quickly!” Mr. Johnson exclaimed with pure fear.

I wasn’t sure who Ms. Orleski was. But I knew I had to get there as soon as possible. I drove to the school as quickly as I could to investigate the latest crime in the invigorating tale.

As soon as I got to the room, I knew something was eery about this. The room was strangely dark, even though the florescent lights were all on.

I saw Ms. Orleski first. She was sitting at her desk. Looking quite scared, she ran up to me. She went on to explain what had happened earlier that day. She had entered the room and it was perfectly fine. She went to get some coffee and then came back. She found the room the way it was.

This was very suspicious to me. Mr. Johnson’s room had coffee spilled everywhere, and Ms.Orleski was clearly a fan of coffee and the like. I wondered what her motive would be though. Why would she be trashing her own room? It didn’t even make sense why she was trashing Mr. Johnson’s room. This made no sense to me, but I knew who the criminal was.

I didn’t know who to tell, however. I guess I should tell Mr. Johnson, since he was the one who had called me. But why had he even called me? This wasn’t that big of a crime, nowhere near big enough to hire a private investigator like myself. I figured that they just wanted the school safe.

Part 2 coming soon.