13
That
afternoon, Jordan took a long, hot bath, tendrils of steam rose around her as
she relaxed and set her mind to thinking. She had time to examine the symbols
that had flashed across the mirror while she was running her bath water.
Perplexed, her brow furrowed as she contemplated their meaning. She had seen a
razor and the usual color- splash of red, that although dreaded, Jordan had
accepted as a common symbol that she would be seeing often. She had also seen
the color black, music notes, a weighted scale, and the number 13. Then there
was the eihwaz rune- possibly meaning death and the tyr rune meaning
self-sacrifice.
It seemed that the mirror predicted events
that Jordan was able to stop, so she knew that if she could figure out what it
all meant, she would in fact change the course of events. Frustrated, Jordan
stepped from the bath, wrapped herself in a soft terry towel and flopped down
on her bed to try to think.
A razor and the color red. Well, the first
thing that popped into Jordan’s mind was shaving. Or... suicide. People kill
themselves with razor blades all the time. That would make sense given the
self-sacrifice rune that had appeared. She wasn’t sure why she thought that,
but her mind suddenly connected the razor to the bracelets that Teresa had been
wearing. It still sent shivers down Jordan’s spine and combined with the color
black, it seemed that Teresa was a possible suspect.
Jordan sat
up in bed, dried off and pulled on her comfy sweats. She retrieved her notebook
from the desk drawer and examined the rest of the clues. If it was Teresa, then
why the music notes and what was the number and weighted scale supposed to
mean? She decided to call Stacey to see if she knew anything more about Teresa.
Everyone at school hated Teresa. She was
called bat girl, goth girl, and a myriad of other horrible names. All because
she was different. Of course, Teresa wasn’t very friendly herself anyway, so
any hope of making friends seemed to be futile.
The phone rang three times, snatched up on
the fourth with a winded voice at the other end.
“H’lo”
“Stace?” Jordan asked, not sure if she was
talking to her friend or not.
“Oh yeah… hey Jordan, what’s up?” Stacey’s
voice became steadier and steadier until it seemed that she had gotten her wind
back.
“What in the world are you doing?” Jordan
asked, laughing at how her friend had sounded. “You sound like you’ve been
running twenty miles.”
“Well,” Stacey began, again gasping a few times
to regulate her breathing, “I was helping my dad carry my mom’s birthday
present into the house. It’s a surprise. We’re going to give her a grandfather
clock. She’s always wanted one so I can’t wait to see her face!”
Smiling Jordan continued, “Well, I won’t
keep you but I have a quick question. Do you know anything about Teresa? You
know, that goth girl at school.”
“Oh yeah,” Stacey replied. “Ummmm Teresa…
Coleman. That’s it! She is weird isn’t she? I mean how creepy is it to wear all
black and be depressed all the time!”
Trying to hurry her friend along, Jordan
pushed, “Yeah, yeah, okay but anything else I should know?”
Jordan heard the pause and knew what was
coming.
“Why?” Stacey asked. The dreaded question
and now, Jordan had to lie once more.
“Umm I saw her at the mall today, and… she made
a few comments and I just wanted to know more about her. That’s all.”
“Yeah.. but what comments?” Stacey prodded.
“Come on stace! I’m running out of time.
What do you know?” Jordan hated to talk to her friend that way, but this was
life or death and even though it was Teresa of all people, the mirror must’ve
wanted her to stop it, otherwise why would the symbols have been revealed?
“Oh, OK, sheesh! Well, she lives with her
dad and he’s a creepy drunk from what I’ve heard. It’s no wonder she wears
black all the time. Her mother left when she was small and her father pretty
much takes it out on her and always has. That’s about all I can tell you,
Jordan. Sorry.”
Jordan pulled her hair back in her usual
thinking mode and considered what to do next. She talked a few more moments
with Stacey and then said bye, wishing them luck with their big surprise.
What to do, what to do. Jordan paced the
floor. It was already early evening and she had a few short hours left before
it would be too late. She decided to find Teresa’s number online. Maybe she
could just tell her to get out or leave so her life would be spared. Of course
she knew that Teresa would laugh at her and hang up, so she continued searching
for Coleman.
She found three. She hadn’t thought to ask
for Teresa’s father’s first name so any one of them could be right.
Coleman,
Bobby ………………… 555-34-5534
1145
Broadway, Independence
Coleman,
Jerry………………………………… 555-12-0055
13 Justice
Lane, Covington
Coleman,
Jack …………………………………… 555-33-5533
66 Victor
Drive, Florence
None of the
names rang a bell, and Jordan decided to call all three. She scanned the names
and addresses again and her eye hung on the number thirteen. That number had
appeared in the mirror. She practically fell out of her chair when she saw the
name of the street- Justice Street. Now the weighted scales made sense. This
had to be it! Everything fit, except for the music notes, but…. Then it dawned
on her. Music, Band camp! The stolen flute. There was no doubt. Teresa Coleman
was going to meet her demise if Jordan did not act quickly.
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