One day I (Amy Fisher the investigator) went to the fashion store in the mall because of A MURDER!!! The clerk said, " The lady was trying on a necklace and decided to maybe buy it if she could find an outfit to go with it....." I got very suspicious about this clerk. Maybe he had something to do with this murder. The clerk went on, " ......and then while she was looking through the clothes she fainted and we couldn't wake her, which is when we realized she was dead!." Am i losing my mind or did this man say WE? Only the clerk was there because, they were almost closed. So where in the world did the WE come in at? Then a middle aged women walked up and said, " OH NO, MY DAUGHTER,MY DAUGHTER!!" I walked up to the lady and asked her a few questions on the lines of " Do you have a husband or other friend or anyone with you?" She said only she and her daughter had come. She said they were going shopping for a family get together/party. I asked her if she saw anything of her daughters murder. She replied no she hasn't seen anything. I asked her what her daughters name was and maybe a little bit about her. She said, " Her name is Marelince Debrono and I am her mother Malinda Debrono. As you know we were shopping for clothes for a party. I went to the perfume shop around the corner and she came here i told her i would meet her back here in about 15 minutes." I said, " ma'am do you or your daughter have any enemy's?" "No," said Malinda, " me and my daughter try to make friends no enemy's or frenemy's we try to make world peace. I would be very suprized to have an enemy, especially when i go around doing free food away's! " I told Malinda to stay there while I go take a look at the body. When I got to the scene I caught the clerk talking to someone that didn't look friendly.He looked as if he had something to hide.Once I got to the scene my partner was here but now he's gone. He said he would be here investigating the body with me. Wait, is that him leaving with Mrs.Debrono. I guess he's probably talking in private with her for questioning. While I examined the body (alone) I noticed a strange bloody marking on the victims clothing, as if she were stabbed. The marking looked as if she were stabbed but, then someone or something tried to wipe the blood off. When I finished examining the victim I walked back to where Mrs.Debrono was but she wasn't there. The only thing left was her purse and a letter. I picked up the letter and it said, "Dear Mrs.Fisher I have been thinking about this investigation on my daughter and decided to tell you the truth through a letter. Me and my daughters names are real but our personalities aren't. Me and My daughter are very rood unpredictable people and we went to jail for grand theft, shoplifting, carjacking, and much more things. Our group name is the take and run girls. Marceline always gets us in trouble and never does anything right. I hate when she takes a car stating her name like its cute when its not.! I've always hated her and i never will like her!. Sincerely, The Take And Run GIRL!!!! >:D" That is the biggest clue there is in this case besides the bloody clothing. Me and my investigation partner (Andrew Morgan) agreed that we have enough information to solve this mystery. But then, BOOM, came a kick to the door of a tall scary man. I realized that that is the man the clerk was talking to when i investigated the body. He yelled, "MARIO RODRIGUEZ!!!!" Suddenly the clerk came from the back room and said, " WHAT JAGZ!" Jagz yelled, " You took Malinda and made her write this note on how she isn't what she seems and that her name is really Amelia Rodriguez!!" A gasp echoed throughout the room. But, then I realized that in my note it said her real name is Malinda, which means she's a name changer and which means she can also change her look. Jagz said in a girly voice, " Good work investigator Fisher you have solved the case and you know who the killer is but won't say because of who it is. Because he's closer than you think. Closer on my side than yours Amy. Got any thoughts!. I said,
" THE KILLER IS....."
Who's The Killer?????
Friday, July 26, 2013
A Dream and a Nightmare, All in One by Vrindavan
I was just rummaging through my grandmother's attic when I noticed a very heavy-looking chest concealed behind a pile of quilts. I ripped at the quilt and scurried around the chest, trying to find the front.
Dust swirled and danced in the damp air. I found the lock and realized that t had been locked.
'Now what!' I thought.
I scanned the room, looking for some clues as per where the key could be. Then I spotted an old bureau, with the turquoise paint peeling off. My eyes trailed to the top of the dresser and I jumped back. On top of the bureau was Granny's cat,the old, gray,and fat one, Fuzzball. I slowly stepped towards the bureau, cautiously taking my steps.
I opened the door carefully and searched for the key. I found them in the back corner and looked at them. There were so many that it would take me at least a few minutes trying out each one.
Nevertheless, I started to try each one out.
Finally, I found the key and the lock popped open.
I opened the trunk, only to find a few faded letters. Then I felt around for any secret compartments. I found two and put my hand in one. I felt something round and easy to grasp. I pulled it out and found it to be a glass jar full of...HUNDRED DOLLAR BILLS!?!?!?
I twisted the cap and pulled one out. Indeed, they were real.
I walked to the other side of the chest and lowered my hand into the second compartment. Inside was something rectangular and very sleek.
It was an I- phone 5. What was the latest technology doing inside the trunk.
Then I felt myself being transported somewhere and I was starting to get dizzy. The world was going around and around, I closed my eyes out of fright. What was happening?
***********************************
I opened my eyes to the sound of honking and shouting. There I was, standing in the middle of the hustle and bustle of New York City!
There I was, standing in the middle of the hustle and bustle of NEW YORK CITY!!!
I could see the Statue of Liberty standing high above the water beneath her, greeting foreigners to America.
I then realized I was still holding the I-phone that I had found in the chest.How was I going to get back home?
Well,you could just do a little sight-seeing while you are here. It wouldn't hurt you, would it? You could gaze at the entire city and never get through all the shops and cafes and etc.I thought to myself.
So I busied myself and strolled down the avenues and peered through the shop windows. I couldn't even contain myself when I saw a chocolate factory right there on the street. The chaotic world of New York City was washing over me and I ran up and down the stairs, trying to drink in the sight of a lifetime.
But then, I started to feel homesick and felt deeply hungry for some of Granny's homemade Orange sorbet.
I wished for that feeling for home that I accidentally bumped into a lady, who asked me if I wanted a ride.
"Yes," I replied wearily.
She prodded me into the limousine that she had flagged down and asked me where I wanted to go.
" Rockefeller center please, Ma'am." I said,slumping down into my seat, remembering my manners.
When we arrived, I thanked the lady and hopped out.
I was a very interesting sight and I took my time exploring, but my mind was always aching for home.
I sat down a bench and said to the I-phone," Take me home, PLEASE!"
Nothing happened. I started to cry and I felt so far away from home, helpless.
Then I had that dizzy feeling again and the world started to spin. I cried, not because I was sad but out of joy.
" Thank You!!!" I said to the phone.
I put the phone down into the the chest and locked everything up. I slid down the steps and ran into the kitchen asking," Can I have some Orange sorbet?"
I was happy to be home.
Dust swirled and danced in the damp air. I found the lock and realized that t had been locked.
'Now what!' I thought.
I scanned the room, looking for some clues as per where the key could be. Then I spotted an old bureau, with the turquoise paint peeling off. My eyes trailed to the top of the dresser and I jumped back. On top of the bureau was Granny's cat,the old, gray,and fat one, Fuzzball. I slowly stepped towards the bureau, cautiously taking my steps.
I opened the door carefully and searched for the key. I found them in the back corner and looked at them. There were so many that it would take me at least a few minutes trying out each one.
Nevertheless, I started to try each one out.
Finally, I found the key and the lock popped open.
I opened the trunk, only to find a few faded letters. Then I felt around for any secret compartments. I found two and put my hand in one. I felt something round and easy to grasp. I pulled it out and found it to be a glass jar full of...HUNDRED DOLLAR BILLS!?!?!?
I twisted the cap and pulled one out. Indeed, they were real.
I walked to the other side of the chest and lowered my hand into the second compartment. Inside was something rectangular and very sleek.
It was an I- phone 5. What was the latest technology doing inside the trunk.
Then I felt myself being transported somewhere and I was starting to get dizzy. The world was going around and around, I closed my eyes out of fright. What was happening?
***********************************
I opened my eyes to the sound of honking and shouting. There I was, standing in the middle of the hustle and bustle of New York City!
There I was, standing in the middle of the hustle and bustle of NEW YORK CITY!!!
I could see the Statue of Liberty standing high above the water beneath her, greeting foreigners to America.
I then realized I was still holding the I-phone that I had found in the chest.How was I going to get back home?
Well,you could just do a little sight-seeing while you are here. It wouldn't hurt you, would it? You could gaze at the entire city and never get through all the shops and cafes and etc.I thought to myself.
So I busied myself and strolled down the avenues and peered through the shop windows. I couldn't even contain myself when I saw a chocolate factory right there on the street. The chaotic world of New York City was washing over me and I ran up and down the stairs, trying to drink in the sight of a lifetime.
But then, I started to feel homesick and felt deeply hungry for some of Granny's homemade Orange sorbet.
I wished for that feeling for home that I accidentally bumped into a lady, who asked me if I wanted a ride.
"Yes," I replied wearily.
She prodded me into the limousine that she had flagged down and asked me where I wanted to go.
" Rockefeller center please, Ma'am." I said,slumping down into my seat, remembering my manners.
When we arrived, I thanked the lady and hopped out.
I was a very interesting sight and I took my time exploring, but my mind was always aching for home.
I sat down a bench and said to the I-phone," Take me home, PLEASE!"
Nothing happened. I started to cry and I felt so far away from home, helpless.
Then I had that dizzy feeling again and the world started to spin. I cried, not because I was sad but out of joy.
" Thank You!!!" I said to the phone.
I put the phone down into the the chest and locked everything up. I slid down the steps and ran into the kitchen asking," Can I have some Orange sorbet?"
I was happy to be home.
I drove down a old country road thankful that I had new tires. I saw the barn next to the lake and drove up to it. I saw my brother who said that i shouldn't do farm work in a business suit. I have never been to a farm in my whole life so it would take some time for me to adjust. I saw a lady sitting in a rocking chair and waved to her. Then I changed clothes and rode a horse. At the end of the day I decided that I would have a lot of fun on my visit to the farm. I loved the food and the simplicity of farm life. I even thought about staying two more days.
Rich Kitties By: Sasha R. Neptune
"Oh, my god!" i meowed in frustration.
"How am i supposed to hail a limo from down here!?!" i asked Genna, a red tabby.
"I donna ken, Jenny, i have no clues." meowed Genna in her funny scottish accent.
Suddendly, an idea popped into my head at the sight of an iphone gen. five sitting, deserted, on a bench. We ran over to it and hopped up onto the wodden bench. I started dialing and crouched over the phone.
"Hello!" a cheerful voice called, "This is Bob's Limo Drivers and Co. How can i help you."
"I would like to rent a limo." i said in that ugly language people call english, "My little kitties need a drive to the Statue of Liberty and i was wondering if you were interested, they are very intelegent cats, i assure you."
"Lady, you want me to drive cats?"
"Unless you arn't up to it. I guess i'll just have to save my thousand dollars for someone else then." i said with a sigh.
The driver took the bait, "I'm up to it. Where sould i pick them up?"
"At the airport. Terminal B." i said curtly, "You will find the money in the small glass jar on the beutiful grey cat's collar. If you take more than a thousand... well, just don't" And with that threat i hung up.
"Oh, do you tink tat was wise, Jenny, threatening him like tat?" Genna fretted.
I sighed, "Now, this is the life."
Genna looked down at the floor, "Hey wat is tis, Jenny, wat is tis?" she asked me dragging up an old, battered letter.
I gasped when i read the letter inside, "it's a letter, for our 'removal'."
"How am i supposed to hail a limo from down here!?!" i asked Genna, a red tabby.
"I donna ken, Jenny, i have no clues." meowed Genna in her funny scottish accent.
Suddendly, an idea popped into my head at the sight of an iphone gen. five sitting, deserted, on a bench. We ran over to it and hopped up onto the wodden bench. I started dialing and crouched over the phone.
"Hello!" a cheerful voice called, "This is Bob's Limo Drivers and Co. How can i help you."
"I would like to rent a limo." i said in that ugly language people call english, "My little kitties need a drive to the Statue of Liberty and i was wondering if you were interested, they are very intelegent cats, i assure you."
"Lady, you want me to drive cats?"
"Unless you arn't up to it. I guess i'll just have to save my thousand dollars for someone else then." i said with a sigh.
The driver took the bait, "I'm up to it. Where sould i pick them up?"
"At the airport. Terminal B." i said curtly, "You will find the money in the small glass jar on the beutiful grey cat's collar. If you take more than a thousand... well, just don't" And with that threat i hung up.
"Oh, do you tink tat was wise, Jenny, threatening him like tat?" Genna fretted.
***
Two long minutes later the limo arrived. He looked around and then opened the door and gestured for us to get in. We leaped into the limo and sat on the plush leather seats.I sighed, "Now, this is the life."
Genna looked down at the floor, "Hey wat is tis, Jenny, wat is tis?" she asked me dragging up an old, battered letter.
I gasped when i read the letter inside, "it's a letter, for our 'removal'."
Mall Cop Pursuit: A Could-be-True Story; by Roche Atwatre
The craziest thing happened while I was visiting my family in San Jose, California! I was taking pictures in the most amazing mall I have ever seen, Valley Fair, when a rare blue eagle feather caught my attention. It was one and a half feet long and a deep, almost mystical, sapphire color; kind of like the necklace the man with the ski mask was running with. SKI MASK!!! That man was a thief! He stole that necklace! I had to help.
The mall cops that were chasing him just then decided to get out their guns. Those morons. Anyway, I was on the football team in highschool, so I was still very fast. I ditched my camera and took off after the thief, running faster than the fat cops and their attack dogs that usually are only used to breaking up verbal arguments that take place at cash registers. I got close to the thief, so I dove and tackled him. But I didn't realize he had a gun in his hand until it was pressed against my temple. Apparently the mall-cops had a sniper team, because next thing I knew, there was a bullet in the thief's hand. I turned around and kicked the gun out of his hand and snatched the necklace. Then I ripped off the ski mask ad punched him in the face. After all of my hard work, all I was awarded with was a half-eaten donut. So much for a medal of honor, hehe.
The mall cops that were chasing him just then decided to get out their guns. Those morons. Anyway, I was on the football team in highschool, so I was still very fast. I ditched my camera and took off after the thief, running faster than the fat cops and their attack dogs that usually are only used to breaking up verbal arguments that take place at cash registers. I got close to the thief, so I dove and tackled him. But I didn't realize he had a gun in his hand until it was pressed against my temple. Apparently the mall-cops had a sniper team, because next thing I knew, there was a bullet in the thief's hand. I turned around and kicked the gun out of his hand and snatched the necklace. Then I ripped off the ski mask ad punched him in the face. After all of my hard work, all I was awarded with was a half-eaten donut. So much for a medal of honor, hehe.
The Murderous Necklace
by Lily Windom-Price
Oh no! Someone has been murdered at the mall . Who could have done such a terrible thing I wondered. I must search for clues."Well she was trying on a necklace and decided that she was going to think about getting it." said the store-clerk "Then she was looking at dresses 5 minutes later and passed out then stopped breathing detective Price" "Tell me did someone have it before her?" I asked "Someone spilled something on it, I'm not sure who it was he didn't show his face." I decided ask more people. "I would never do such a thing." the reporter said " Sure I looked at it but never touched it." "Then why was there a blue quil near the necklace?" I asked just as a dog came flying in out of no ware. It tried to tear up a police car, so I opened the door and out came pioson the same pioson used to kill the woman. It was not the police officer though it was.....
who was it
(It was the store-clerk because she didn't say whether someone touched it or not plus she she wasn't at the counter when the police showed up and the door was unlocked the dresses are on the other side of the mall so she couldn't have seen her die she was so busy trying to cover her tracks she forgot to mask the scent of poison on her hands )
The Cats by DamienN02
The limo pulled up, the driver getting out to open the passenger's door. The door opened, and there sat a fluffy gray cat. "Aww man, not again," I thought to myself.
"What did I tell you about touching the THINGAMAGIG?" The little cat said.
"Well, not to touch it," I replied.
"Don't smart-mouth me boy. But yes DO NOT TOUCH IT AGAIN! Where is it?"
"In the 'cabinet', second shelf." I said as we passed a mirror and I could see my skinny gray self.
"Buster, break 'er open," He said, "There is our big money! The one and only Money Cup that we stole. The biggest of Bigville, our cash. I'll get 60%, Buster will get 20%, and you'll get 20%, deal?"
"Deal." I said as we shoke hands.
"WHOO-HOO!" I said as I got some mail. "Money time!"
"BE QUIET!" My next door motel manager yelled.
For years I had lived in a dump, no money, but because the crew robbed 'ol Liberty herself, we were rich. Oh that's right, you haven't heard the story, I'll tell it.
We rode up in a mini-van, guns a blazing on the humans, well, paint ball guns. we went in there with our keys and just took money. $400,000,000. we were rich.
So that's how we got the money, how we ended up with $300 is a different story, but hey, why not tell it?
We got stopped by some thugs outside and so we got out our bats and fought, took em thirty seconds to beat us. The cops showed up, said we got our lesson, but I hid 300 bucks in my hand, so we only got that.
"What did I tell you about touching the THINGAMAGIG?" The little cat said.
"Well, not to touch it," I replied.
"Don't smart-mouth me boy. But yes DO NOT TOUCH IT AGAIN! Where is it?"
"In the 'cabinet', second shelf." I said as we passed a mirror and I could see my skinny gray self.
"Buster, break 'er open," He said, "There is our big money! The one and only Money Cup that we stole. The biggest of Bigville, our cash. I'll get 60%, Buster will get 20%, and you'll get 20%, deal?"
"Deal." I said as we shoke hands.
"WHOO-HOO!" I said as I got some mail. "Money time!"
"BE QUIET!" My next door motel manager yelled.
For years I had lived in a dump, no money, but because the crew robbed 'ol Liberty herself, we were rich. Oh that's right, you haven't heard the story, I'll tell it.
We rode up in a mini-van, guns a blazing on the humans, well, paint ball guns. we went in there with our keys and just took money. $400,000,000. we were rich.
So that's how we got the money, how we ended up with $300 is a different story, but hey, why not tell it?
We got stopped by some thugs outside and so we got out our bats and fought, took em thirty seconds to beat us. The cops showed up, said we got our lesson, but I hid 300 bucks in my hand, so we only got that.
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