Blog Post #7 — A Fair Change of Heart

The events of yesterday were so strange, but then again, all of the events surrounding Pointe Place tend
to be.


I remember the green bolt of light surging towards me and then I woke up in my bed with a weird feeling
that something in me had changed.


I spent the day cleaning up the remnants of my wall of photos, most of which I had left on the floor, and
revisited the ones that I had saved, saying goodbye to the chapter of my life when hiding behind a camera
was how I presented myself. Surprisingly, instead of feeling devastated and melancholy, I felt a glow start to
spread through my body as the day progressed.


After a while I realized that I hadn’t eaten all day and decided to embark on a walk in the town.


Immediately, as I stepped out of the front doors of Pointe Place I heard music drifting to my ears from
Yelsnag Park. A fair was bustling with life and instead of turning away and learning about it from someone
else later, I decided to experience it for myself.
I first saw Violet Cortez wandering around by herself and something inside of me wants to do the same
thing, just disappear in the crowd as a presence that’s always there but not quite noticeable.


But after watching Tyson guzzle down three cokes in 20 seconds, I knew I couldn’t miss out.


I walked up to him, grabbed a full coke, chugged it in 5 seconds at most, placed it on the top of a bottle
tower, and knocked the tower down. Tyson’s jaw hit the floor faster than he could chug any coke bottle.


I laughed and walked away and heard him ask “who was that?” to himself, which made me sadder than
usual.


Whatever.
I quickly brushed it off with a smile on my face and headed towards the source of the music.


I wish I hadn’t.


The second the performer on stage began singing the words to “Mr. Rattlebones,” I froze in my tracks, it
felt like a spell had broken inside of me.


My smile faltered and I felt the comfort of my small apartment calling my name. The confidence I had
acquired started to seep out of my body and I was a split second from running out of the park when the
lights went out.  
I was so discombobulated I’m not really sure how it all happened, but the next thing I see is Mr. Evans’
ghost and two bodies laying still on the grass underneath the flashing lights.


Pierre Leclerc and CJ were dead. As the crowd began to turn into a frenzy of screams and people running,
a new fire lit up in my stomach.

My knack for learning stories and investigating mysteries isn’t my problem, it’s my attitude. I’m done hiding
behind the camera. Pointe Place may be strange, but it’s currently facing a threat it can’t handle. I have
to find the Pointe Place killer, even if it’s the last thing I do.

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