*CREEAAAAAKKKKK* Geez, my house has creaky floors. Which is JUST what I need when I'm sneaking into my own house. Our detective just freaking quit, because it's "too much for him". What an idiot. I can handle this, and he cant. SHES MY MOM. Ever since my mom died and my brother went missing, I've had to live with my last Aunt alive. *CREAAAK* this is impossible. I head into the wine cellar slowly. I mean, come on, there could be some creepy ax murderer inside. Wait, no there couldn't. I have already established that it was a sniper. I walk in and search for some secret passage or something. It's actually kinda annoying that my mom didn't tell me about this. I mean, this has happened so many times before, and all HAD to be snipers. My family is being tracked down by snipers and she didn't tell me. I've found nothing in the cellar yet, and I'm getting tired of looking. There's just a bunch of bottle openers and alcoholic drinks. I decide to go look in my parents room. We weren't allowed in my parents room either. I always thought it was because they didn't want me looking in their stuff, but now I know why. I grab the door handle, and twist. "HEY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!" I hear someone yell. A cop comes into the dim light. Woah. He's hot. "Uhmm, I am lost?¿" I say awkwardly. "Yea, no. Your coming with me" he grabs my arm, and starts to pull me out of the house. "LET GO OF ME!!! THIS IS MY HOUSE!!" I scream. He lets go. "What? Are you... Beverley?" He says looking at me weird. "Yea, that's me"
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Teen FictionMurder. That may be the only word that Beverley Frost completely understands anymore.
