I can’t believe that I’m going to visit Juliet’s place afterschool, why the heck did I say yes? Oh yeah, because if I didn’t she would probably try to rip my head off, and those eyes with deathly stares have ‘surrender’ written right across them.
It’s maths, the last class of the day for me and I just know that she will be waiting for me at my locker...what was that?! Oh, just the bell to say that this will be my last day on earth. Lovely isn’t it. There she is, with a cheeky grin on her face, this can’t be good, “Ready?” asks Juliet.
“Just a sec. What are we doing?” I hope it’s something worth looking forward to.
“You remember the place you told me about, where the frogs are?”
“Oh, did you want to see the frogs?” Juliet nodded. “Okay but we could get lost, it’s on the neglected side of town.”
“Sounds perfect...for frogs I mean,” she appeared to be hiding something, but what?
We took the 745 bus, the only one that reached the other side of town so it only came every hour or so. Despite the fact that it was going to arrive in a matter of minutes the wait was tedious, which only worsened when we boarded the bus. But strangely enough I felt safe with Juliet for once, with her tough image; the only other guy on the bus that isn’t the driver looks like he wants to run away. Juliet is busy scanning her surroundings, her head moving from side to side almost makes her look like a robot of some sort. Her stomach grumbles and she is desperate to get off, “But we’re not there yet,” I say.
“Well I’m hungry. Look, restaurants everywhere here,” should I point out that half of them are either closed down or serve nothing but the leftovers of slaughterhouse meat? Judging by the look on her face I better not. So we got off, “Wait here,” she said, sniffing around the place like a dog.
The most inhumane thing I’ve seen, I thought, laughing to myself. And so I was left to stand on the side of the half built road, waiting. For what seemed like centuries I decided to do some exploring, for I had only seen this place in the pictures of library books and art galleries. It was both fascinating and mystifying. As I was wandering along aimlessly, observing what could be observed, I bumped into Caz, Juliet’s sister. And I mean literally bumped, “Oh I’m so sorry. Are you okay? I was just looking for Juliet, she said something about coming here but I told her she had to come home first,” pausing for breath. “Do you know where she is?”
“No she said that she was hungry and told me to stay put over there,” I said pointing towards the other side of the road.
“Oh boy,” a worried look appeared on her face.
“What is it?”
“She goes nuts when she’s hungry, we’d better go look for her,” I was about to ask ‘It’s that bad?’ but I already knew the answer, instead, I asked.
“But where? It could take us days out here.”
“Still worth a shot. She is my sister after all, and couldn’t have gone far...how long have you been here?”
“Umm...” I said looking at my watch, half surprised, “about twenty minutes, felt like forever though.”
“Waiting does that to ya eh? Come on now, remember which direction she went?” I pointed towards an empty street of restaurants. As we were walking, “You know she never used to be like this at all, if you saw her as a kid you wouldn’t recognise her now...God knows what happened. Then again she’s always been the dependent type.” I nodded in shock; Juliet, normal?
“I’m sure she’s fine,” I said reassuringly, she gave me a half-smile.
“Let’s hope so,” with that I began to take on an adventurous approach at finding Juliet, feeling like a kid again, my mind was spinning with ideas.
I’ve got it! Juliet must be an undercover investigator, like the detective of the Pink Panther; strange but driven in nature. But that thought will have to rest for now since Caz and I stumbled into a swamp. There was something familiar about the dark green dampness, although I’d never been there before...That’s it! This must be where the frogs live; it’s perfect for them, well apart from all the junk that had been dumped, or had it? You never know, this could be the remains of an old building. There was a cracked open tomb, more importantly a filing cabinet located in a small cave-like box (like a diorama) which Juliet would have to open correctly to be an investigator. Speaking of which, here she comes now.