Design Assignment 3: Freightnening

Cassie sat down with her seven year-old Chromebook on her bed in her matchbox-sized room and looked at the instructions for her criminology class homework on Schoology: “Make a meme that references what you are passionate about in a humorous way”. She sighs, holding her head in her hands. It has been a long day; she is freezing (her mom forgot to pay the heating bill for the second time this year already), and exhausted. She could go for a huge, juicy Big Mac from McDonalds too right now, the more she thought about it. However, she couldn’t even afford that. Well, her mom couldn’t afford that, to be exact. That is why she wanted to do so well in school. She wanted to get into an amazing college, specifically Stanford, and go on to earn a degree in Forensic Sciences. She wanted to make her dream of being a Medical Examiner a reality so that she could come home to her sleepy hometown of Clarkesville, Tennessee, and help give her mother the life she deserved.

She figured that she may as well do this small homework assignment before she got so hungry that she couldn’t think straight. She liked calling this phenomenon ‘hangry’. She wasn’t sure if she had invented it, or she heard it in a TikTok. Either way, it made her feel a little less dreary to think about her clever play on words. This small victory put a smile on her face; when she remembered the bag of Doritos that she had brought home from school yesterday in the kitchen, that grin widened. ‘Alright, let’s get going,’ she said to herself, opening another tab on her computer to go to the meme page. ‘The faster you are done, the faster you can bathe in the refreshing taste of cool ranch,‘ she thought to herself.

As she was finishing up her meme about being an ‘armchair detective,’ which is when internet sleuths ban together to solve a crime that the police are still working on, she took a deep breath and really thought about her passion for true crime. Ever since she was young, probably five or six to be honest, she had loved solving mysteries. She hated knowing that something didn’t have an answer, so she just had to find it. She remembered how her mother loved telling the story of how when the remote went missing for a day when she was eight, Cassie had written out an entire interrogation plan for each of her family members to uncover the truth. (It was found in the couch cushions a few hours later!) This part always cracks her mom up to no end. At 17, she still chuckles and bashfully rolls her eyes. However, she has begun to realize recently how much she truly wants to help other people find answers, too. After every true crime documentary she watched on YouTube at 1:00 AM, or every podcast she listened to on her bike ride to school, she was left feeling anger and sadness for the people who didn’t get the justice she knew they deserved, whether it be the victim or those that loved them. She just knew that, in her fancy new job that she would have one day, when someone passed away and she was the one conducting their autopsy, her first and foremost goal would be to help that family find closure and peace. If she couldn’t bring them back to life, partially solving the puzzle would be the least she could do.

“Cassie, help! Call the po–” Cassie heard who she was almost one hundred percent sure was her mom screaming with a guttural horror in her voice  from their living room, or what she thought was the living room. Suddenly, ice ran in Cassie’s veins. What did she just hear? ‘There’s no way’, she thought to herself. She snapped her eyes shut, squeezed them tightly, and opened them again. She heard nothing. ‘Oh okay,‘ she thought; ‘It must have been in my head. Mom is at work, anyway.’ After that strange incident, she decided she was too hungry to keep working. She was clearly losing it! She just heard her mom (who isn’t home) scream bloody murder. So, she hesitantly walked into the kitchen to get her oh-so-coveted Doritos. That’s when she saw the back door of their tiny house wide open. Her mom’s purse was on the porch steps, and her cracked phone lay in the grass a few feet away from the bag. Cassie looked back behind her at the house phone sitting on the counter. She knew what she had to do next.

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