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  • [창작동화] The Case of the Shattered Window_1
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    Kristynasil
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  • The Case of the Shattered Window

    1. What's up with everything?


     It was middle of a night, when a loud crack followed by a sound of shattering glass woke up the whole house.

     I immediately got off the bed, took the training jacket from the hanger and sprinted to the dining hall.

     Everyone was out, staring as the night breeze blew in though the cracked window. Our glass window had a thin and fragile glass, and surely everyone could break it by throwing a stone on it. But my doubt was, who? And why?

     "Thank god everything else is safe." My father was first one to speak.

     "Yeah," I agreed.

     "I'm going to call the cop." My mother stated shortly, dialling the numbers on her phone.

     Rena squinted at the mess, and mumbled, "Poor window! Dad, can you heal them?"

     Poor Rena. If it was one of the normal days, we would all laugh and I'd tell, "It's fix, not heal, you silly little girl." She probably wanted to make us smile, because she was obviously uncomfortable with the scene. I've read somewhere too, that some people tend to joke when they're nervous. The little eight years old girl climbed on a nearby sofa and yawned. Her short straight hair covered her eyes as she dozzed off to sleep.

     I stepped forward to have a good look at the scene, and found a stone about size of my fist, fallen on the floor with few other pieces of glasses. I let them be on its place so I wouldn't ruin anything.

     When the police came, they examined the scene and left with few notes and pictures. They told us it wasn't a serious case, and it could've been a misfortune or an un-intended prank of toddlers. They didn't say anything else much and left quickly.

     The news of our "shattered window" spread out like a blowing wind that everyone in the school knew about it the next day. They asked me stuffs and I answered them casually, even though I was a bit excited inside.

     "Do you think it was an intended act by... someone?" I asked as I walked to the academy along with my friends: Aliyah and Dillon. We were in same class in the middle school, and apparently we went to same academy after schools too. We formed a group for three of us, doing homeworks and studies together, and going to the park or McDonald's when we're free.

     "I don't know... I hadn't seen the scene myself and your dining hall window was a really thin and fragile one. It could've been an accident. Like-," Aliyah shrugged, tipping her long loosened blond hair backwards.

     "Like what?" I asked,

     "I don't know. I mean, my dad said there're many suspicious accidents like that which turned out to be... lame. A simple bad luck."

     "Right. I forgot your dad was a police officer." I grinned.

     "What do you think, Dillon?"

     Dillion kept walking; his eyes traced on his shoes. 

     "Dillon!"

     "Oh, oh what?" He jumped. "Sorry. I was thinking about something else. You know, the maths problems. The third question was kinda tricky." He pushed up the round glasses unhappily. 

     "Well, I know you weren't thinking about maths problems. So tell us, what do you think about Shirley's mystery?" Aliyah said.

     "A mystery, huh? What do you want me to say? The case looks quite interesting? Okay, I have a thing to say though... It's just a feeling, but... I don't think the stone was thrown just for a joke or an accident." He shuffled his short dark curly hair again, looking quite uncomfortable by the uneasy atmosphere.

     "You mean you think it was for a purpose? How?" I asked. I tried not to eye him suspiciously, but he wasn't helping me for it. He was acting so strange today anyway.

     "It's just a feeling. A random thought." Aliyah and I kept scowling.

     "You don't look well today Dillon." I said,

     "Yeah you're acting... weird." Aliyah frowned more as Dillon made an excuse of feeling sick and went straight towards his home.

     "Okay, what's up with him?" Aliyah muttered.

     "I don't know. Maybe he's really feeling sick." I replied.

     "But if he's not-"

     "Shut up. Let's not talk about it." 

     I had a queer feeling that the case wasn't closed. Something was going to happen. 

     And that night, it did.

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