A fencing champion
I scrambled to get my bearings in the darkness. I was in my bedroom, the Bruce Lee (like that; Bruce Lee rocks) posters on the walls told me that much. Through bleary eyes, I could see the alarm clock shining 3:11 back at me. I froze, shaking off the last remnants of sleep. Why would someone be calling at 3am ? I peered at the phone, trying to place the number. Then I took a deep breath and picked up. “Hello?”
“Hi, Justine. I’m sorry to be calling so late.” I immediately recognized the shaky voice on the other end of the line, it was my best friend’s Mom, Mrs. Martinez, but I had never heard her sound like this. “Gwen’s not with you, is she?”
My mouth dropped, the question a punch to the gut. Three in the morning on a school night. A murderer on the loose, cutting down the best kids in the state. And Gwen? She was the most incredible person I had ever met. She had an inner light, a compassion that shone like a beacon, and now she was missing.
“No,” I said, my mind racing with possibilities, each one more horrible than the last.
“Why would she be?” I was jumping to conclusions, I told myself, even as my pulse pounded. I had to hear Mrs. Martinez out, let her explain what was going on. But Gwen was a straight ‘A’ student. She was going to be a heart surgeon and work for Doctors Without Borders one day.
I'm a little confused as to who this person is and how old she is but I still like this opening. It immediately sets up a bunch of questions about Justine and Gwen and the murders and is Gwen next? And what's Justine going to do? It makes me wonder what is going to happen next. And that's what a good story is supposed to do.