A Pointless Circle
“Oh, yeah,” Cricket said nonchalantly, looking over at my cellphone. “Some crazy guy stabbed a poor coach…I don’t know if that’s what you’re talking about…”
I looked up at Cricket, and scrutinized him closely. “Just where do you get information hours before it’s released to the public?”
“I’m Cricket; that’s what I do.”
“Oh, what an enlightening answer,” I grumbled, and sifted through my other text messages.
I groaned. I had about five messages from my teacher.
“Where are you?“
“Need you back.“
They all ran along these lines.
“What is it?” Cricket asked, looking over my shoulder. I snapped the phone shut forcefully, making him jump slightly.
“I need to get back to headquarters,” I sighed, and pocketed my cell. “Teacher says there’s something big up.”
“Oh…okay. I can come along, I guess.”
“Then why did you drag me out of the building?”
”’Cuz I felt like it.”
I tilted my head to the sky, almost imploringly. I couldn’t help but admit that it rocked to have Cricket as a friend.