A Specter Is Haunting the Classroom (Otem's Second Blog)

 

The wet pavement slapped beneath my boots. It was one of those cases where you couldn't quite place a key detail that lingered in the air like the cigarette smoke in the casino owned by the infamous Charles Renard, Mafia boss of Emerson City. The case was simple, someone was going to be picked for blog corrections. I only had a few things in my favor. My Agenda and my gut. I pulled out my Agenda and reviewed the facts of the case. 

Agenda

Blog Corrections

Creatober

The Outsiders Ch.8

Week 9: Song & Lines 

Quick Write

HW RJ 9.2 T.O Ch.9

p.131-149

AR 50% by Friday

    It wasn't much to start the investigation off with but hey, I'll take anything I can get. As these thought flew threw my head I suddenly got pulled into an alley and a huge dude with a masked face played the accordion that was my spine with brass knuckles and the knocked the lights out of my head. As I woke up I knew that I had to get back-up. No longer was this just a n, this was a dangerous investigation. Someone or something was out to get me. Was it a sign? I hopped in my Buick and sped to the station. 

    Out in the parking lot, Police Commissioner Nakada was giving a speech to the new cadets about a book called The Outsiders for some reason and going over chapter 8. Then she pulled out a jukebox and started playing a song called "Hawaii '78" Isreal "12" by Kamakawiwo'ole. But I didn't have time for this, I needed to speak to the Commissioner NOW. As I started walking towards the Commissioner a red mustang pulled up on the curb and and started taking potshots at everyone. I ducked and weaved past the rocketing pieces of lead and took cover behind a table and started firing back. As I looked to my right I saw the Commissioner still standing at the podium asking the cadets questions as the carnage raged on. Suddenly the shooting stopped and looked up and saw the Mustang driving away I hopped on some random person's bike and sped off trailing the Mustang. Suddenly the car hit a piece of black ice on the road and crashed into a streetlight. I jumped off the bike and peered in through the broken right-side window. In the driver's seat was the masked man, Leo Behar. But the most strange thing was the piece of paper beside him. It was a copy of "Invisible Fish" by Joy Harjo. Then it hit me like a car on the 405. The pieces of the case were coming together. I knew just who was going to be picked. None other than Ethan McGougan.