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MidReal Story
The Murder Mystery Series
Scenario:Dans une ville nommée Riverdale.petite ville et normal depuis le début jusqu'à en 2006,le meutre de Kevin macwood,à changé la ville,personne à trouvé le coupable,aujourd'hui,2025,mon nom est Bill Andrews,j'ai 16,je suis a l'école De riverdale high,équipe de football des RED DOGS de l'école.je suis deuxième en charge avec mon meilleur pote Reggie Rosewood,famile riche,moi,une famille normale,maison normale et des parent normale et argent moyenne.Ma meilleures amie de fille s'appelle Lexi Lakewood,famille riche. L'histoire commence quand je suis dans le lit,le matin quand mon alarme s'allume,pour aller à l'école
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Bill Andrews
He is a 16yearold high school student in Riverdale, California. He is ordinary, determined, and curious. Bill lives in a small house with his parents, who work standard jobs. He has a closeknit group of friends, including his best friends Reggie Rosewood and Lexi Lakewood. Bill plays football for the RED DOGS and dreams of attending Stanford University. He is haunted by the memory of his uncle being murdered in 2006, which remains unsolved.
Lexi Lakewood
She is a 16yearold high school student in Riverdale, California, from a wealthy family. She is sweet, friendly, and independent. Lexi is Bill Andrews' best female friend and dates Reggie Rosewood's cousin, Nate. She often joins Bill and Reggie on their adventures and provides comic relief with her silly antics. Lexi balances her relationship with Nate with her friendship with Bill and Reggie.
Nate Macwood
He is the cousin of Kevin Macwood, the victim from the unsolved murder case in 2006. He is quiet, reserved, and kindhearted. Nate dates Lexi Lakewood's cousin, Emily, which connects him to the crime family indirectly through gossip. Despite the shadow of his family's past tragedy, Nate tries to live a normal life and avoid pressure from his family's reputation in Riverdale.
"Buzz…Buzz…Buzz"
My alarm clock started ringing, and I woke up.
I've been living in the town of Riverdale, California, all my life.
The town was very ordinary and normal until something happened in 2006.
Something that changed the course of the town's history forever.
A man named Kevin Macwood was murdered, but they never found out who did it.
No one knows who killed him to this day.
My life is pretty simple.
I have my best friend Reggie Rosewood, who is also my commander-in-chief.
He is also a football player like me.
We play for our school's football team, the RED DOGS.
Reggie comes from a very wealthy family.
His parents are rich and loaded with money.
They can afford to give him anything he wants and more.
But I'm not like that.
I'm just an ordinary boy from an ordinary family.
I drag myself out of bed and head to the bathroom.
I splash some cold water on my face and look at myself in the mirror.
My mom has already left for work.
She works as a secretary at a law firm in Riverdale.
She left me pancakes for breakfast.
I eat them quickly, grab my RED DOGS jacket, and start walking to school.
The morning fog hasn't lifted yet, and the streets are empty.
It looks eerie, but I'm used to it.
I walk past the old Macwood house, which is now abandoned and overgrown with weeds.
A few other students appear ahead, walking in groups, their backpacks bouncing behind them.
Some of them wave at me as they recognize my team jacket.
Near the school entrance, I spot Reggie's red convertible pulling into his reserved parking spot.
I cross the parking lot toward his car, my shoes crunching on the loose gravel.
He's leaning against the driver's door, scrolling through his phone with one hand while holding his gym bag in the other.
Reggie is always dressed to impress, wearing designer clothes and sporting perfectly styled hair.
In contrast, I'm in my usual jeans and team jacket.
When he sees me approaching, he grins and does our signature handshake - three quick slaps followed by a fist bump.
We fall into step together, heading toward the main entrance.
Other students part ways for us, the perks of being on the football team.
As we enter the main hallway, the crowd parts, and my eyes land on Lexi Lakewood.
She's at her locker, her blonde hair catching the fluorescent lights.
My heart skips a beat as she adjusts her cheerleading uniform.
Next to her stands Cheryl Blossom, the head cheerleader, wearing her signature red lipstick and scrutinizing her reflection in her locker mirror.
Reggie subtly elbows me, his eyes fixed on Cheryl.
I notice his usual confidence falter for a moment as he runs a hand through his hair.
The girls haven't seen us yet.
I approach my locker, which is just a few down from Lexi and Cheryl.
Reggie continues stealing glances at Cheryl, his usual bravado wavering slightly.
I grab my math textbook, its cover worn and dog-eared.
The first bell rings, and the students scatter to their respective classes.
I say goodbye to Reggie; he has English first period while I have math with Lexi.
She falls into step beside me, and we make our way through the crowded hallway.
"Hey, Lexi. How's it going?"
I ask, trying to sound casual despite my mind already wandering to the complicated equations waiting for us in class.
"Oh, you know, just the usual," she replies, her voice light and bubbly.
"Getting ready for the game this Friday. We're going to crush those Bulldogs."
"Yeah, we are," I say, forcing a smile as we turn a corner and head toward our classroom. The bell rings again, signaling the start of first period.
We reach the door to our math class, and I pull it open for Lexi.
She gives me a small smile before entering.
As we settle into our seats, Lexi leans over and whispers, "Did you hear about the new kid? They say he's some kind of genius."
I raise an eyebrow, intrigued. "No, I hadn't heard. What's his deal?"
She glances around to make sure no one else is listening. "Apparently, he hacked into the school's system last night and left a message for the principal."
I slide into my usual desk next to Lexi, keeping my voice low as other students file in around us.
"Really? What did it say?"
I ask, curiosity getting the better of me.
Lexi leans closer, her cheerleader uniform rustling against the plastic chair.
"The message said 'The truth about 2006 will come out.'"
Her eyes widen dramatically.
My stomach drops at the mention of that year - the year my uncle was murdered.
Before I can ask any more questions, Mrs. Peterson writes a series of equations on the whiteboard and clears her throat to get our attention.
"Alright, class. Today we're going to cover some new concepts in algebra. Open your textbooks to page 37."
I reluctantly turn forward, but my mind is still reeling from Lexi's revelation about the hacker.
I stare blankly at the equations Mrs. Peterson scrawls across the whiteboard, the numbers and symbols blurring together into meaningless squiggles.
My pencil hovers motionless above my empty notebook while other students frantically copy notes.
Beside me, Lexi efficiently solves problem after problem.
"Okay, class," Mrs. Peterson says, pointing to the third equation on the board.
"Who can solve this one?"
I glance down at my textbook, but none of the examples look even remotely similar to what's on the board.
Mrs. Peterson scans the room before her eyes land on me.
"Archie? Can you give it a try?"
I feel a knot form in my stomach as I stand up and walk to the front of the class.
The whiteboard marker feels heavy in my hand as I begin to write.
My mind goes completely blank as I stare at the equation: 2x^2 + 5x - 3 = 0
I try to remember even the most basic steps from our last lesson, but everything seems jumbled together in my head.
I start by factoring, but it quickly becomes apparent that it's not factorable.
My next step is to use the quadratic formula, but when I plug in the numbers, they don't make any sense.
I scribble down a random answer and turn to face Mrs. Peterson, who looks at me expectantly. "And what's your solution, Archie?"
I hesitate for a moment before speaking.
"Uh... x equals... three?"
The class snickers, and I feel my face heat up with embarrassment.
Mrs. Peterson sighs and shakes her head.
"Not quite, Archie. Anyone else want to give it a try?"
She looks around the room until her eyes land on Lexi, who has been quietly working on the problem in her notebook.
"Yes, Lexi?"
Lexi stands up and walks to the front of the room, her pencil moving confidently across the board as she solves the equation with ease.
When she finishes, she turns around and smiles smugly at me before returning to her seat.
Mrs. Peterson explains the solution again, but it still doesn't make any sense to me.
The bell rings, signaling the end of first period, and I quickly gather my things, eager to get out of the classroom after my embarrassing performance.
"Hey Bill, wait up," Lexi calls from behind me as I rush out of the room.
I turn around and smile at her, trying to hide my frustration with math.
"Hey Lexi. How's it going?"
"Oh, you know, just the usual," she replies with a shrug.
"Getting ready for the game this Friday. We're going to crush those Bulldogs."
"Yeah, we are," I say, trying to sound excited despite my lack of enthusiasm for football.
We head down the hallway toward our lockers, passing other students who are chatting with their friends or rushing off to their next class.
When we reach our lockers, I open mine and pull out my English textbook.
Lexi does the same before we head off toward our next classes.
It's lunch break and Lexi and I are walking down the hallway toward the cafeteria.
She's talking about her morning cheerleading practice while I'm just nodding along and smiling every now and then. We reach the cafeteria and grab our trays before heading over to the food counter.
I grab a burger and some fries while Lexi gets a salad with grilled chicken.
We find an empty table near the window and sit down.
Lexi continues telling me about her practice while I take a bite of my burger.
Mrs. Peterson walks by our table with her lunch tray in her hand.
She stops for a second when she sees us and smiles at me.
"Good effort in class today, Archie," she says before continuing on to find her own table.
I watch her walk away before turning back to Lexi, who looks like she just saw a ghost.
"Hey Lexi, why does she call me Archie? My name is Bill," I whisper to her so that no one else can hear us.
Lexi leans in closer, her eyes darting around the cafeteria.
"That's what I wanted to talk to you about," she whispers urgently.
"There's something weird going on, and I think it has to do with that message from the new kid."
I head to the locker room after lunch, my burger sitting heavy in my stomach.
The whiteboard in the corner of the room already has our new defensive plays written on it for today's practice.
I change into my practice uniform, pull on my cleats, and grab my helmet from its usual spot next to Reggie's.
But Reggie's spot is empty.
Other players start filtering in, shouldering past me to their lockers, but there's no sign of my best friend.
I pull out my phone to check if I missed any messages from him - nothing.
The clock on the wall reads 3:15 PM, five minutes until practice starts.
Through the window, I can see dark clouds gathering over the football field.
I pace back and forth in front of my locker, checking my phone every few seconds for a text or call from Reggie.
The door swings open, and Coach Thompson walks in, his whistle around his neck.
"Alright everyone! Let's get moving! On the field now!"
He barks out orders as players scramble to finish tying their cleats and grabbing their gear.
I'm about to follow them out when the door swings open again.
Reggie stumbles into the locker room, his usual perfectly styled hair disheveled, and his designer clothes wrinkled like he's been sleeping in them.
His face is pale, and he's breathing hard like he's just run a mile.
I rush over to him.
"Where have you been, man? I've been trying to call you all day."
Reggie shakes his head, not meeting my eyes.
"Nowhere. Just had to take care of something."
He quickly changes into his practice uniform and grabs his helmet, not saying another word.
Something's wrong, but he won't look at me long enough for me to figure out what it is.
I decide to let it go for now, but as we head out to the field, I can't shake the feeling that whatever's happening, it's just beginning.
Practice is intense, with Coach pushing us harder than usual.
The rain starts pouring down halfway through, but we keep going, mud splattering everywhere as we run drills.
By the time we're done, I'm soaked to the bone and covered in mud.
Reggie and I head back to the locker room, neither of us saying a word.
The other guys are already gone, having showered and left while we were still out on the field.
The locker room is quiet except for the sound of showers running in the back.
We round the corner of the lockers to grab our bags, and freeze.
There's Martin and Mike, two of our linebackers, pressed up against each other in a tight embrace.
They jump apart when they see us, Mike's face turning bright red while Martin just stares at the floor.
Reggie and I stand there awkwardly, not sure what to do.
The tension in the steamy locker room thickens, Martin and Mike staring at us with wide eyes, their faces flushed.
I take a step forward slowly, my voice steady despite my racing heart.
"Hey, guys."
Reggie remains frozen behind me, his muddy cleats squeaking on the wet floor.
Mike starts to speak, but I raise my hand to stop him.
"Seriously, it's cool."
I move to my locker, trying to act as natural as possible.
Martin's shoulders relax slightly, but his hands still tremble as he grabs his towel.
I deliberately focus on unlacing my cleats, giving them space to compose themselves.
Reggie finally finds his voice, though it's quieter than usual.
"Yeah, no worries. We all have our own stuff going on."
Martin glances up, gratitude flickering in his eyes.
After the locker room incident, I notice subtle changes in how I look at Lexi during our shared classes.
When she leans over to check my math homework, her perfume makes my heart race.
During lunch breaks, our hands brush accidentally while reaching for french fries.
One Thursday after last period, we're gathering props for the school play in the dusty storage closet off the drama room.
The confined space feels electric.
While reaching past me for a box of fake flowers, Lexi's face comes close to mine.
Without thinking, I lean in.
In the dim storage closet, surrounded by dusty props and fake flowers, the air thickens between Lexi and me.
She stretches up to reach a high shelf, her perfume filling my senses.
Our bodies brush together in the tight space.
When she turns around, still holding the plastic flowers, we're inches apart.
Her blue eyes meet mine, searching.
My heart pounds as she leans closer, her lips parting slightly.
Time seems to slow.
Before I can process what's happening, Lexi closes the distance and presses her soft lips against mine.
After the kiss ends, I pull back slightly but keep my arms around her waist.
Our foreheads touch in the dim closet.
Neither of us speaks as we process what just happened.
Her fingers trace patterns on my shoulders while I study her face, seeing the same bittersweet realization in her eyes.
We both know this perfect moment can't last - our friendship means too much to risk.
Still holding each other close, we share a long, tight hug filled with understanding and care.
I sit alone in my bedroom, staring at the old photo from senior year.
Lexi and me in our graduation robes, arms around each other as friends.
My fingers trace our younger faces while my wedding ring catches the light.
The memory of that storage closet kiss feels distant now, transformed into something deeper over the years.
Downstairs, I hear Lexi humming as she folds baby clothes in the nursery.
Her voice carries up the stairs, mixing with the sound of rain against the windows.