Ghostwriter: Kid's with Gun's (Jamal)
Thump! Was the sound the medium size bed made as Jamal collapsed on it completely. It had been a long day and after two hours of questioning from the police, all Jamal wanted to do was sleep, maybe forever. Ugh...I'm so tired he thought.His eyes closing slightly, his mind wondering to Hector He's probably going to have more trouble sleeping than me... He shifted on the bed so that he was on his back. The police said there were five other reports of gang violence today...man...the streets are becoming unsafe.... Jamal stared up at the ceiling blankly we have to do something.....we have to--
His thoughts were interrupted when he noticed his computer screen blinking wildly. Once the device had Jamal's attention, words in big white font began to pop up.
ARE YOU OK?
"Ghostwriter....." Jamal whispered as he got up from his bed and over to the computer desk. He must of felt that something is bothering me...I wonder if Lenni told him about what happened.
Something sparked in the back of his mind suddenly, like a lost thought begging to be remembered. The boy pondered this a moment but realizing he was getting no where, he pushed the thought aside and focused on the computer screen.
I'm ok Ghostwriter. He typed.
The screen cleared and new words popped up.
YOU'RE WORRIED ABOUT HECTOR.
The screen went blank again but before Jamal could respond, the white font returned with a new message.
I AM TOO.
So he does know. Jamal concluded in his mind.
How much do you know about what happened?
AS MUCH AS HECTOR WOULD TELL ME.
Did he write to you?
NO, I WROTE TO HIM FIRST BECAUSE I SENSED SOMETHING WAS WRONG.
The screen became full, so Ghostwriter cleared it and continued.
WHEN I ASKED HIM, HE WROTE TO ME SAYING THAT HE WAS SCARED.
Did he tell you where he was at the time?
The insertion point blinked a couple a times before more words came on the screen.
HE SAID HE WAS AFRIAD TO LEAVE. I ASKED WHY BUT HE DIDN'T WRITE BACK.
The screen cleared.
"That's probably when he ran to Lenni's." Jamal said to himself out loud. The sparking in his mind started to get overwhelming. I know I'm forgetting something...but what? Pushing the thought aside once again, he started typing.
He went to Lenni's apartment.
I KNOW. HE WROTE BACK TO ME AFTER A WHILE SAYING THAT HE WAS WITH LENNI.
Then she called the rally.
Spark! Spark! Spark!
"Ugh!" Jamal yelled, his hands rubbing the side of his head. What am I forgetting?
Ghostwriter must have sensed his stress because the screen cleared and new words came up.
ARE YOU SURE YOU'RE OK JAMAL?
Yeah....I just feel like I'm forgetting something important.
I'M SURE YOU'LL REMEMBER.
"Maybe..." he doubted slumping into his chair further.
Jamal noticed the ghost ball on his computer screen was glowing a weak glow, this only happened when something was bothering Ghostwriter.
Ghostwriter, what's wrong?
A few moments passed before Ghostwriter answered.
HECTOR IS SCARED, GABY IS WORRIED, ALEX IS ANGRY, TINA IS CONFUSED AND LENNI IS FUSTRATED.
The screen cleared.
I'M FEELING ALL OF THIS AT ONCE. IT MAKES ME SAD THAT MY FRIENDS ARE SO UPSET.
Jamal sighed. Everyone is venting on what to do he thought as he typed a response to Ghostwriter.
We don't mean to make you sad, this whole situation is just crazy. Figuring out what to do about it is hard.
WHAT DO YOU WANT TO DO ABOUT IT?
"I don't know Ghostwriter." He said out loud to himself.
I guess for now we'll just have to look out for each other.
When Ghostwriter didn't answer, Jamal typed a new message.
Ghostwriter? Are you there?
He groaned as he got up from his desk and staggered over to his bed. Getting comfortable again, he thought back to what Ghostwriter wrote about the others. Hector is scared. Well of course he's scared, he has every right to be after what happened to him. Gaby is worried. Gaby always worries. Alex is angry, probably because he wants to know the gang who hurt Hector, I do too. Tina is confused, not much to that, she wasn't around when me, Hector, Gaby and Alex were questioned by the police. Her parents wouldn't let her stay out after they found out what happened and so close to home, I'd be confused myself. Lenni is frustrated, she couldn't go for the same reason. She always gets frustrated when she's not included or left out on information....left out....
"Don't leave me out Jamal, you have to let me know what happens okay?" Okay...? Okay......?
"Oh no!" he exclaimed, covering his face with his hand's. "I forgot to call Lenni! That's what's bothering her."
Jamal glanced over at his digital clock. It read 10:57.
It might be too late, He thought. I'll try anyway.
Grabbing the cordless phone off his dresser, Jamal quickly punched in Lenni's number "Come on...come on..." He urged as he heard the phone ring once...twice--
"Hello?!" an irritated but anxious voice filled his ear drums. Lenni.
"Hey Lenni its--"
"Jamal!" She cut him off "Finally! I can't believe it took you so long to call! What happened?! Is everything ok?! Did Hector's mom call the polic--"
"Lenni slow down, one question at a time." He said with slight humor.
He heard her take a breath before starting "I want to know everything, tell me."
"Okay.....well....Mrs. Carrero did call the police. She freaked out as soon as she saw Hector...and with all the crying...it was hard to watch....." Jamal trailed off as exhaustion hit him making him remember how tired he was.
"......And then when the police arrived we were asked questions..."
"What kind of questions?"
"...You know...police questions...." Jamal was trying his best to fill in Lenni but he was so tried, all of his thoughts seemed to slip away.
In fact the bed he was laying on felt good.
"Hmmm......what?" Jamal asked groggily realizing he dozed off a bit.
"I said what kind of police questions?" She sounded annoyed.
"I'm sorry Lenni it's just...I'm really tired and....it's late..can I just tell you everything tomorrow with the rest of the team?"
Lenni didn't say anything for a while until annoyed sighing was heard "Fine...I guess it is kind of late...so...we'll talk tomorrow?"
"Yes, Definitely." He confirmed with relief "Bye."
He hung up the phone and set it back on his dresser. Not even bothering to change his cloths, Jamal slipped into bed, falling asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.