My Dear Sweet Murder-A Murder Most Unladylike Fanfic

Beanie

I couldn't believe Daisy asked me to be in part of their acting group. Mostly, I never get a chance like that. I did feel sorry for Kitty though. I knew she expected everyone to still be mad at Daisy after, well, the incident. She told me for I am her best friend. Something weird was up as well. Kitty seemed...into me. Like, into into me. I don't know why that thought came up. Thoughts are strange sometimes.

  Kitty and the others who weren't in part of the act all hid behind the bushes. Meanwhile, Daisy, Hazel, Alexander and I all crept near the house.

  "Right, Hazel, you lean onto Alexander and me. Alexander, act like you're supporting her. Hazel, pretend you're...hmm, aha! Pretend you're feeling nauseous. That should do it. And Beanie, chew your nails and act scared. Also, Hazel, throw up that sick face you saw when we first discovered a murder," Daisy commanded. We all got into our parts. Daisy gave the signal and we all hobbled toward the entrance. When we got nearer, the police saw us.

  "Oh, Hazel, are you sure you are quite alright?" Daisy cried loudly. 

  "I-I don't think-" Hazel's voice faltered. 

  "Come on, there's a house there, they should let you have a lie down," said Alexander. I chewed my nails. I could feel them getting wet and soft and it was disgusting now that I was pretending. 

  "I'm so sorry Hazel!" I said. 

  "No matter," said Hazel in a small voice. "You did warn me not to swim right after we ate breakfast." 

  "Hazel's right," said Alexander, turning to me. "You don't need to be saying sorry." Daisy gave me an appreciative nod.

  "What do you think you're doing?" barked the policeman. We all jumped, Hazel looking too sick to jump. 

  "Oh, please sir," said Daisy. "My friend Hazel, she went swimming right after we ate breakfast and she said she felt sick." The policeman narrowed his eyes. 

  "Where's your parents then? Why didn't you go to them?" We all froze. 

  "That's because our parents are um, testing us!" I jumped in. "They want to see if we can all cope without them looking after us. We told the man driving the phaeton to come back two hours later, but it was only after half an hour that Hazel got sick." Hazel smiled at me and so did Alexander. 

  The man nodded. "Well, I suppose we don't want you throwing up all over the streets. But be warned, a murder has happened here." The man shooed us in. 

  When he wasn't looking, Daisy whispered to me, "Nice work Detective Martineau. And the timing! Excellent. Now, we've got a good one and a half hour to spend investigating." I felt myself swell up with pride. Daisy patted me on the shoulder before going back to Hazel's side.

  When we entered, the first thing that crossed my mind was the word speechless. The soft carpet muffled our sound as we stepped in. The sofa looked incredibly comfortable, made from white leather so clean that there weren't any stains. Cushions rested on the sofa; there were different patterns and colours and all made from silk. The coffee table rested in the middle of the sofa and the bookshelf. Stacked high with books and novels, Hazel would've loved the shelf the most. Another shelf sat on the side facing opposite a large clear window, with expensive and priceless antiques and objects. A picture (probably painted by a very well known artist) was pinned on the wall, a painting of a woman's silhouette, her hand clutching her hat as trees and her dress swayed, but motionless in the picture.  A lake looked far out into the distance as well, covering the unknown.

  "This is beautiful," breathed Alexander. Hazel's eyes trailed over the bookshelf and the artwork and Daisy's the large open window which was filling sunlight into the room and the antiques. However, everyone's eyes remained on the woman and the nature in the art the most.

  That's when a loud voice interrupted us. "What're you lot doin' here?"