BRUNDON FIELDS AND THE MYSTERY OF THE RUBBER DUCKY
By Jonathan Hausler
The whole day at school, I studied everyone around me. I studied how they looked at me. I studied their body language when they were around me. I was trying to see if everyone stiffened when I was near them or betrayed some type of nervousness when they saw me. No such luck.
Since my appointment at three was in the boy’s bathroom, I suspected that the thief was most likely a guy, although you could never be too sure. Maybe this “Green” person wanted me to think that, but it was really a female all along. Whoever this mysterious person was, I knew that I would eventually get to the bottom of this troublesome event. I was Brundon Fields, after all.
My last class of the day was Algebra. I will tell you one thing about Algebra: math and detectives do not mix. There is a good reason why the legendary Sherlock Holmes sat at home all day long: because he failed school. The only thing tolerable about Algebra class was the teacher, Mr. Reeds. He was by far the coolest teacher ever and he was also the youngest. He knew how to make everyone laugh and he even made me feel included in the class discussions.
Even though he was friendly in class, Mr. Reeds was very strict when it came to homework. During class, when we are grading the homework together, he will walk around the classroom, checking everyone’s work. It is safe to say that Mr. Reeds does not appreciate cheaters or slackers.
Time always went by quickly in Algebra class even though I was failing the class. I was shocked when I heard the three o clock bell ring. Class was over already?
I sighed. It was time for my meeting with Green.
As I walked to the boy’s bathroom by the gym, I started to feel a bit queasy about this whole thing. Maybe it was a trap. Maybe my rubber ducky wouldn’t be there.
Pushing all of these unpleasant thoughts from my mind, I slowly opened the door to the bathroom, trying to make a stealthy entrance. Despite my attempt to stay quiet, the bathroom door banged shut behind me. So much for stealth.
I cautiously took a few steps forward, listening for any movement in the stalls in front of me. I heard nothing and saw no feet in any of the stalls. Maybe I had beat Green here.
My next move was to check all of the stalls, just to make sure. There was always the possibility that Green had just left the rubber ducky on one of the toilets. Stall numbers one and two were empty. There was only one stall left. My rubber ducky had to be in there.
I gently eased open the door to the last stall. At first glance, I saw no rubber ducky in sight. That’s when I noticed the sign on the back of the toilet seat. It boasted a large arrow pointing down and two words that said: DOWN HERE. My rubber ducky had to be in the toilet.
I ran over to the toilet. I couldn’t wait to get my rubber ducky back! But I forgot one thing: the solution to all of my problems is never this easy. By the time I realized my mistake, it was too late.
Right as I gazed into the clear toilet water, I felt someone rush up behind me. My head was suddenly shoved down, right into the lovely water. I was ashamed of myself. I had let down my guard and was now paying dearly for it. Whoever invented swirlies had way too much time on his hands.
After what seemed like forever, my poor head was thrust out of the toilet and into the bathroom wall. As you can imagine, a killer headache throbbed through my brain. I felt dizzy and lightheaded, as though I had just gotten off the Silly Silo at Fun Land.
This whole time, I hadn’t gotten a glimpse of this Green fellow. Turning around to see who was so viciously attacking me, I caught sight of the evil doer who had abducted my adorable rubber ducky. The first thing that caught my attention was his green mask. So this is why he called himself Green. How original.
Besides the mask, nothing else stuck out. He wore a plain green shirt (of course) and had on some faded American Eagle jeans. He looked completely unfamiliar to me. But there was one good thing that came out of this: I now knew that my nemesis was a male.
I slowly backed to the opposite corner of the stall from green. I tried not to sway or fall down from the dizziness that I felt. Green just stared at me, as though expecting me to do something. I did the exact opposite. I stood still, hoping that this was all a dream and I would wake up and see my rubber ducky back in its regular spot. But, unfortunately, this was no dream. I had pinched myself just to make sure.
The creepy part about this whole thing was that the person that hid behind the green mask never spoke, as if he was afraid that I would recognize his voice. Hmm…interesting thought. I stored that in the back of my head for later.
My thoughts drifted to motives. Why would this masked figure steal my rubber ducky? He must know how much my rubber ducky meant to me. Why would he go to such great lengths to remain anonymous? I must know him and must have been in contact with him sometime in the past. What did he want from me? I had nothing to give him. What had I done to deserve this? Although I didn’t have any friends, I didn’t have any enemies either.
I was completely and entirely confused. This mystery might just be my hardest case to date. Granted, I hadn’t had many cases before this one. Most of the mysteries that I encountered had to do with missing candy and homework. But this case was different and definitely a lot weirder than anything I had ever experienced before.
Even more weird was what Green did next. Producing an envelope from one of his front pockets, he tossed it straight at me and then walked out of the stall. He must have more important things to do than steal rubber ducks and beat up nerds like me.
Thankfully, the dizziness had faded away. My headache was still present, but despite the pain I concentrated fully on opening the mysterious envelope that Green had so graciously given me. Here is what it said:
By now you have been given this letter by one of my henchmen. I am sorry to tell you that I have lied to you. I still have your rubber ducky in my possession. I plan on giving it back to you on one condition: you promise to help me. It’s your choice. If you don’t care about your rubber ducky, then throw this letter away and forget this ever happened. But if you want your rubber ducky back, you will meet me outside of the school’s front doors at 10:00 p.m. sharp. Don’t be late.
I cared about my rubber ducky. I didn’t care if it was another trap. I absolutely needed my rubber ducky back! I would do almost anything for my precious duck.
The part about the henchmen especially caught my attention. I guess I hadn’t met the real Green after all. No matter, I would just see him tonight because I planned on attending another appointment. This time, I would keep my wits about me. I hadn’t acquired these awesome detective skills for nothing! I was being put to the test with this rubber ducky mystery and there was no way I would fail. Brundon Fields would solve this case. Brundon Fields would get his rubber ducky back. And to do that, I would have to confront Green for real.
END OF PART TWO