She sat the rocking back and forth.Images of death in her mind.Words of truth and words of lies swirling around in their head . You're probably wondering why she's still like that.Well then it all starts with newspaper.
"May get and come down for breakfast" Sara screamed.
"I'm coming" she shouted back.
Sarah was her best friend and conveniently enough for housemates. They were as thick as thieves. They both worked as detectives and often were sent on jobs together.
May slowly sat up rubbing sleep from her eyes. She dragged herself out if bed and stumbled down stairs. And by some miracle was still alive by the time she is at the bottom of the stairs.
"Mornin bed head" Sara greated her friend. It was true May truly did have a bed head. Her red hair looked like a birds nest. Brown eyes droopy.
"Any work today" she asked her friend.
"Nope. Can you get the news paper please?" It sounded more like an order than a question.
"M'kay" the still sleepy May replied while getting up. She padded down the hall to the front door. She unlocked it and bent down to pick up the paper. It was there like always. She picked it up and padded back into the kitchen.
She sat down and placed the paper on the table. She then grabbed a bagel and put butter on it. She took a bite befire looking up and saying
"Bagel is love bagel is life" they both brust out laughing. Sara wiped tears from her eyes before saying.
"It so bad that it true" May nodded in agreement while picking up the paper.
Twelve Year Old Boy Missing
Séan Kelly was last seen on the tenth of August. Gardaí are pleading that if any one knows the were abouts of the boy to come forward.
Séan is from bray County Wicklow has gone missing thrre days before he was to inherit his family mansion.
"Well Sara looks like we have work after all."
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Hi guys this is original story and all my fan fictions will be put on hold until I'm done this book. I hope you like it.
Gardaí means police if you didn't know.
Anyway bye my munchkins
~Celst
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A Detectives Diary
FantasyShe sat the rocking back and forth.Images of death in her mind.Words of truth and words of lies swirling around in their head . You're probably wondering why she's still like that.
