My Dear Sweet Murder-A Murder Most Unladylike Fanfic

Alexander

I did hope Hazel was still alright. I glanced at her as we neared the driveway. Mrs Blueberry house, was like a huge mosquito bite that could be seen from outer space. (I told George that this was what people would say in the future to act funny, but he didn't believe me.)

  Though I did have something in mind: Daisy could be right. What if someone put the rock there on purpose? So that we would be delayed?

  "Ugh! Watch where you step detectives. We don't want to turn up looking as scruffy dolls." Daisy had nearly stepped in mud. I held Hazel's hand more tighter now. I had no idea why I was holding Hazel's hand. We weren't together anyways.

  We were now ascending the driveway. From a distance, I saw guards and security, with those 'WARNING DO NOT CROSS' tapes that blocked the entrance. I didn't see how you could unravel tape as far as the house could go.

  "Alright, we need a plan. What should we do?" Daisy hissed. 

  "Maybe we could pretend one of us is severely hurt?" suggested Hazel. 

  "Or the most simplest thing is to break in," said George confidently.

  "Why can't we just march up there and give them a good kick up in the-"

  "Lavinia, do you think your dress really matches with the fact that we could kick their butts?" Kitty scoffed. 

  "Hey," interrupted George. "Look, we don't have that much time. Soon, they'll see us."

  "From this distance away? Non-sense George," said Daisy. "We are simply the sizes of ants to them. You step on ground everyday. You aren't watching for ants everyday, are you?" I knew Daisy had outdone George. He gaped mouthless, at the Honourable Daisy Wells. The first reason why I liked her. No one can outdo George.

  "I think Hazel's plan works best. But it would be very peculiar if all of us insist on coming in. So I suggest that Hazel, Alexander, Beanie and I go in." That's when I noticed Beanie. Hazel had told me she was short, but she did seem to have grown taller, almost the same height as Lavinia now. 

  Beanie looked startled. "Why me?" she asked. 

  "Because, Beanpole, you are always worried and it will look more real with you in it. And me," she added. Kitty sniffed. I don't think she liked not being in the attention circle that currently was surrounding Beanie.

  "Alright, Hazel, you're going to be the injured one. You still look quite dazed to me. Beanie and I will be the worried best friends but I will tell the story. And Alexander-" Daisy looked me up and down. "You can be the worried boyfriend." George eyed me with a small smirk. Hazel was definitely blushing, no lying about that. I turned red in the face. Before I could protest, Daisy concluded, "Let's get into action."