Why do I always fail my exams? That was the question that I asked myself every time I got an exam paper back and saw a mark that wasn’t even close to 50%. I looked at the big red circled “40%” on my English midterm exam, and sighed. It wasn’t like I didn’t spend time on studying. I mean, sure, I may not be a hardworking student, but I did study for this exam.
I looked over to my friend Dolores’s paper, and sure enough, a tripping 89%! Ugh, I wished I were her.
“Oh man,” I said grumpily, feeling annoyed. “Why do you always ace everything?”
“This is no good,” she looked scared as if she didn’t hear me. Keep on Reading!
“F. W. Island you said?” I turn to Jack, my superintendent, confused.
“Yes,” he says, frowning. “F. W. Island. A young man named Henry Grount who has gone there camping is reported missing this morning.”
I remain silence. F. W. Island is one of the small scattered islands near the city. When summer finally comes after a long, brutally freezing winter, lots of people love to go to some of those islands for camping. But no one really goes to F. W. Island because 30 years ago, a couple went missing there, and the case is never solved. My dad was the inspector who investigated the case and drowned on duty. That was a few months after my mom was pregnant with me. I can never understand how my dad would drowned there, since he used to be in the swimming team in university as I was told, but for some reason the case has been left unresolved like that. My mom never allows me to bring up this topic.
I snap back to the present and realize Jack is studying me.
“Sorry, sir,” I straighten up. “I…”
“I know what you were thinking about,” he says, his eyes still on me. “Do you want to take this case?”
“Yes.” Keep on Reading!