Hey Amelia! Whats up! I got my pass word! Yay! So I will be updating more. :)
Ophelia watched the police cars drive away one by one as the evening progressed. Her mother came to her room often, cautiously watching her daughter stare entranced at the house. She tried coaxing her out with cookies, saying that there was a new book, and even, (this was her last and final effort) said that there was a young man waiting for Ophelia at the door.
"Ophie! Theres a boy waiting for you at the door!"
Ophelia looked at her mother suspiciously. "Who is it, Mom?"
To this, Mrs. Lee had no answer. She sighed.
After that, Ophelia closed her door.
She couldn't help it. It was like a spell was put on her. She couldn't stop thinking about that house. The next morning, Ophelia resolved to head to the police station and check things out.
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2 and 50. A mystery novel
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2 and 50. A Mystery Novel
As soon as the bell rang at 2:50pm, all the students of Morrison and Hartwelll Middle School came swarming out of the large, dignified brick building in droves, trampling over the well-worn gray stones on the large deck. Among the the 400-something students on the deck, only one of them was currently heading back to the school. The lone figure stopped at the doorway and bent down, as if searching for something. She apparently found it, as she stood up triumphantly and put something around her next, firmly securing it with a yank. Ophelia Lee, commonly known as Lee, pulled her old yellow-smiley face backpack up on her shoulders, smiling fondly at the necklace below her chin, resting serenely on her chest.The necklace was a gift from her grandmother before she died of tuberculosis. It was made of blue and black beads, with a small frog shaped charm in the middle, made out of sterling silver. Lee took out her old-chunky cell phone, still with a stain from the time she spilled cherry-red nail polish all over it. Dialing a familiar number, she raised the phone to her ear. "Mom? Where are you?" She said, brushing a stray strand of deep brown hair behind her ear, being careful not to get it caught in her small silver-leaf shaped earrings. Noticing a small-red smart car pull into the schools parking lot, Lee switched off her cellphone. As she walked briskly toward the car, an arm grabbed her shoulder. "Lee!" Christian said loudly, as her other friends Collin and Mia walked up to her. "We have to get our Social Studies project done. Can we meet sometime over the weekend?" He said, fingering a large watch on his left hand. Mia shook her dark curly hair and waggled her dark-chocolate colored fingered. "We need to get it done! Its due on Monday!" Collin added, "We know you're a procrastinator, so we decided to double team you." The three friends grinned evily. Lee sighed, knowing she couldn't put it off any longer. "Okay, you win. Lets meet up this Saterday. I'll call you?" They agreed, and Lee waved bye before going down to her mom's car. As she walked, she noticed a large Channel 5 van drive past the school as she got in her moms car. "Hi, mom." Shelby Lee smiled back at her daughter, as she started the car. "Hi honey. Good day?" Lee leaned back in her chair, and started saying "Yeah, it was okay, but..." She never got past that, for as she spoke, they arrived home, and Lee saw a mass of policemen and the news-van parked outside her neighbors' door.
2 and 50. A Mystery Novel
As soon as the bell rang at 2:50pm, all the students of Morrison and Hartwelll Middle School came swarming out of the large, dignified brick building in droves, trampling over the well-worn gray stones on the large deck. Among the the 400-something students on the deck, only one of them was currently heading back to the school. The lone figure stopped at the doorway and bent down, as if searching for something. She apparently found it, as she stood up triumphantly and put something around her next, firmly securing it with a yank. Ophelia Lee, commonly known as Lee, pulled her old yellow-smiley face backpack up on her shoulders, smiling fondly at the necklace below her chin, resting serenely on her chest.The necklace was a gift from her grandmother before she died of tuberculosis. It was made of blue and black beads, with a small frog shaped charm in the middle, made out of sterling silver. Lee took out her old-chunky cell phone, still with a stain from the time she spilled cherry-red nail polish all over it. Dialing a familiar number, she raised the phone to her ear. "Mom? Where are you?" She said, brushing a stray strand of deep brown hair behind her ear, being careful not to get it caught in her small silver-leaf shaped earrings. Noticing a small-red smart car pull into the schools parking lot, Lee switched off her cellphone. As she walked briskly toward the car, an arm grabbed her shoulder. "Lee!" Christian said loudly, as her other friends Collin and Mia walked up to her. "We have to get our Social Studies project done. Can we meet sometime over the weekend?" He said, fingering a large watch on his left hand. Mia shook her dark curly hair and waggled her dark-chocolate colored fingered. "We need to get it done! Its due on Monday!" Collin added, "We know you're a procrastinator, so we decided to double team you." The three friends grinned evily. Lee sighed, knowing she couldn't put it off any longer. "Okay, you win. Lets meet up this Saterday. I'll call you?" They agreed, and Lee waved bye before going down to her mom's car. As she walked, she noticed a large Channel 5 van drive past the school as she got in her moms car. "Hi, mom." Shelby Lee smiled back at her daughter, as she started the car. "Hi honey. Good day?" Lee leaned back in her chair, and started saying "Yeah, it was okay, but..." She never got past that, for as she spoke, they arrived home, and Lee saw a mass of policemen and the news-van parked outside her neighbors' door.
Hi.
As all of those who are currently reading this are probably my friends, or somehow know me as a 12 year old girl named Jenny, I think that I wouldn't care about sharing some of the more personal aspects of my life.
July 11:
I woke up. Started talking with Amelia, who is in France, sadly. I was extremely happy to be able to wake up so late this morning. Dance made me overly tired, and had me wake up at seven each morning, a heavy burden that I was all too glad to rid myself of when the week of YPT (Young peoples' theater) interpretive song and dance camp ended. The songs that were chosen were, I believe, overly animated and cute. The first song was 'We're Gonna Put on a Show'. Not my favorite. Next, some of my fellow classmates, Hannah (12), Rose (14), Casey (10), and Lindsey (10), danced and sang 'Good Morning Baltimore', from Hairspray, the musical. I was in a group with the previously mentioned Casey and Lindsey, and also Mickaela (12), Hannah's twin sister, preforming the song 'My Favorite Things', from The Sound Of Music. (I chose that song.) Then Rose and ANOTHER Jenny (14), Hannah, and Mickaela sang 'God Help the Outcasts' from The Humpback of Notredam.' Then the two slightly eccentric ten year olds, Zoe and Emma, sang 'What is this Feeling?' from the broadway musical Wicked. Zoe was Elphaba and Emma was Glinda. We ended the show with the loud and boisterous song 'Five for All Forever', from the musical version of Little Women. Rose and I played the only boy, Laurie. We had a secret masculine handshake, and apparently Mascara, not eyeliner,makes the mest makeup mustaches. As for the other characters, Mickaela and Zoe played Jo, the other Jenny played Beth, Hannah and Casey played Meg, and Emma and Lindsey played Amy. It wasn't too bad a camp, though I would definitely cut the first song, which made me gag quietly while I listened to the CD of it. Yeah, I'm really happy my friends weren't there to see it. I would be unmercifully mocked for the rest of my existence.
As all of those who are currently reading this are probably my friends, or somehow know me as a 12 year old girl named Jenny, I think that I wouldn't care about sharing some of the more personal aspects of my life.
July 11:
I woke up. Started talking with Amelia, who is in France, sadly. I was extremely happy to be able to wake up so late this morning. Dance made me overly tired, and had me wake up at seven each morning, a heavy burden that I was all too glad to rid myself of when the week of YPT (Young peoples' theater) interpretive song and dance camp ended. The songs that were chosen were, I believe, overly animated and cute. The first song was 'We're Gonna Put on a Show'. Not my favorite. Next, some of my fellow classmates, Hannah (12), Rose (14), Casey (10), and Lindsey (10), danced and sang 'Good Morning Baltimore', from Hairspray, the musical. I was in a group with the previously mentioned Casey and Lindsey, and also Mickaela (12), Hannah's twin sister, preforming the song 'My Favorite Things', from The Sound Of Music. (I chose that song.) Then Rose and ANOTHER Jenny (14), Hannah, and Mickaela sang 'God Help the Outcasts' from The Humpback of Notredam.' Then the two slightly eccentric ten year olds, Zoe and Emma, sang 'What is this Feeling?' from the broadway musical Wicked. Zoe was Elphaba and Emma was Glinda. We ended the show with the loud and boisterous song 'Five for All Forever', from the musical version of Little Women. Rose and I played the only boy, Laurie. We had a secret masculine handshake, and apparently Mascara, not eyeliner,makes the mest makeup mustaches. As for the other characters, Mickaela and Zoe played Jo, the other Jenny played Beth, Hannah and Casey played Meg, and Emma and Lindsey played Amy. It wasn't too bad a camp, though I would definitely cut the first song, which made me gag quietly while I listened to the CD of it. Yeah, I'm really happy my friends weren't there to see it. I would be unmercifully mocked for the rest of my existence.
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