"I made your favourite,"Dad began "Hot spicy chicken wings!" He finished with a smile.

"Ahh thanks dad!"

I sat down waiting for the chicken wings to cool down before I took a bite of that mouth-watering chicken. I love it. Nothing can ever beat it!

My mind wondered off to the unknown, I wasn't like any other teenager you'd see, I don't party, don't drink, don't smoke. I barely even listen to music. And that's why I get called a nerd, I prefer to think of myself as a girl with a past. 

Ever since the accident my life turned upside down, I don't even know how to have fun anymore. Sometimes I still wonder how Anna stuck with me.

I sat down on my desk and took out my mystery book, studying the sketch I made a few years ago of the man I despise the most.

His dirty blonde hair, thick eyebrows,pale skin, he resembled someone I know just I don't know who yet. That's been bothering me for years.

I had no idea why someone would want to hurt my mum, she was so loved and adored by everyone, as far as I know she had no enemies let alone someone who disliked her. Mum was that lady who the whole town new, the type of person you can lean on, she was always ready to help.

Fighting the urge to cry I continued reading a book that helped, The Guide To Solving A Murder When Police Claim It's An Accident. I think this is the most relevant out of all books I've read, I mean after all it describes my situation exactly. I've read so many books about murder mysteries, people call me a nerd because of it when in reality I'm solving a crime.

Being called a nerd kinda sucks, I'm always expected to do other people homework but luckily I've got Anna on my side. Without her I don't know what I'd do. 

Ever since the day of that crime I started studying a lot, I forgot about everything and everything seemed so pointless the only thing that kept me going was my mother, she'd hate to see me in an awful state and she'd be so happy if I got her murderer behind bars. I was her only hope.

Since that day, my head was always buried in a book or writing new theories or ways to find that sick man. That's the reality of it. I never used to be so smart.

It's like I'm whole new me.

Suddenly I got pulled out of my endless train of thought.

To my surprise I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket, I got it out only to see that it was from an unknown number.

Probably some stupid advert.

Opening it up, I had many thoughts in my head only to find it saying the few words I hate the most.

YOUR MOTHER'S DEATH WAS N ACCIDENT AND NOTHING WILL CHANGE THAT.

My body tensed at the thought of my mother's death called an accident but I had so many questions in mind. Who was this text message from? Why now? How do they know my biggest secret, that I'm still investigating? 

Dumbstruck, I sat on my bed processing everything, I re-read the message over and over, each time I felt my heart pace a little faster. I felt my cheeks go scarlet red and I started wheezing.

Is there someone stalking me? If yes then who? I had the urge to ask who this person was so bad.I got my phone and replied:

Who are you?

Almost within seconds it said he was typing. My heart started pacing, I wanted to know who this person is but I'm sure he wouldn't tell me. 

I got a reply.

By now I was freaking out, this was getting seriously creepy.Sweetheart?

I wanted to tell Dad but he'd make a big fuss about it and take my phone.I didn't want that.He's already stressed enough, raising a child, going to work and taking care of the house. I really didn't want him to worry.

I've never had my heart pacing this fast. In an attempt to calm myself down I got up drank some water and opened the windows. Taking a deep breath I decided I should write this in my mystery book.

I went over to my desk and got a pen out and started a new page. 

I sighed as I wrote about what happened so that I never forget.

I was just getting started with reading about ways to solve this mystery when I got these messages from an anonymous number...

I copied all the texts not forgetting to copy down the number and closed my book.

I was determined to fix this no matter what it took. Mum did so much for me, the least I could do was fix this problem. I remember cuddly days we cuddled in her bed, the thought of loosing her just made no sense in my head. She was the reason I believed that love was real, because nobody ever made me feel the safety and the warmth that I'd feel from her.

She didn't deserve to die, she had her whole life ahead of her. If only I could know how to make this right.

My life was such a mess at the moment but if there's one thing I know is that I will get justice for mum. I would die trying to make this fair. 

I hated whoever did this, they are the ones who deserve to die.

Oh I will find you even if it's the last thing I do.

A/N

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~ Salsa & Marmara ❤