That one detective girl's POV (Still don't have a name, please help me):
Sh!t. I really pushed it this time.
"WHY DO YOU HAVE TO CAUSE SO MUCH TROUBLE?! WE GOT FOUR CALLS FROM 4 DIFFERENT PARENTS IN ONE DAY! FOUR."
"It's not like I wasn't in the right. Literally!," I proclaim, a slight smirk on my face, while at the same time bracing mentally and physically for more yelling. Physically because my mom can really yell loud enough for the neighbors 2 blocks down to still cover their ears. Trust me, I've seen, no, heard, it.
"Not in the right? NOT IN THE RIGHT?! NO, YOU WERE IN THE WRONG," she twitches. I curse under my breath. I can't read her. Not good. Looks like I'm gonna' have to start pushing it without being obvious. She's lived with me after all.
"Well, how not in the right," I say, making it look I'm the victim and if I were genuinely curious. Of course, this is a huge gamble, but it's easier to trick someone if they're clouded by anger, so I'm hoping she is.
"First, you assumed innocent kids above your age, which you should treat with respect, were the troublemakers!" she shrieks, throwing her arms out, in what looks like an involuntary movement.
Okay, now, I'm positive they were the people who committed the trouble and-slash-or crime, I'm serious, some of them destroyed public property. Good, she threw her arms out. That means she's starting to get riled up. Normally, people start to have uncontrollable urges to move when they're mad and the next sign should be stuttering. Let's watch for that.
"Well, maybe they were lying about their innocence?"
"HOW DARE YO-, WHY WOULD YOU EVE-, GAH," she stutters, starting to second guess herself. That's not good, she's starting to mediate. Let's get a littleee drastic. Eying the room, I begin to search for something I could break. Maybe the vase to my right? But how would I break it while making it look like an accident...
"You don't believe me? I'm definitely right!," I say, swinging my arms out, knocking the vase over and shattering it with ease. Good, it's going to plan. Now for an extra step.
I gasp in "horror." "I'm so sorry mo-," I say, before getting cut off by my mom.
"FIRST. YOU TERRORISE INNOCENT PEOPLE. NOW, YOU BREAK A VASE. A VASE?! IT'S A FOCKING VASE FOR CRYIN' OUT LOUD. WHY. YOU. I'M SENDING YOU TO YOUR UNCLE'S HOUSE IN NITSUA," she explodes. Well, my plan backfired completely. I give up. I'll learn a lot from this. Que Sera Sera. Hanging my head down in defeat, I trudge off, before adding,
"I still don't see how I was in the wrong. I'm gonna go pack now. I don't mind leaving tomorrow."
"OH NO, YOU'RE LEAVING TODAY. YOU HAVE 30 MINUTES TO PACK AND THEN WE'RE GOING TO DRIVE TO NITSUA."
"Well, sh!t."
"WHAT DID YOU SAY? YOU KNOW HOW I FEEL ABOUT CURSING."
"Yeah, yeah."
I walk off to my room, packing my The Complete Sherlock Homes, my clothing, and my journal, contained with all the notes I need to completely defeat someone in an argument. Surprisingly, I don't feel anxious. I feel..excited and restless. As if my mind is raring to go to Nitsua. I've got to write this odd emotion down and see what's causing it later.
I felt like it was good to end this chapter there. As you can see, it was a pretty shaky chapter. Regardless, I tried, and I feel like I'm improving. Longer chapters are harder to write ;-; (How you do dis rain). Also, PLEASE, please, please, I need a name for this female sherlock! I WILL SEND YOU MY LOVE IF YOU GIVE ME A NAME. I BEG.
But anyways, "Number Wars" is starting soon! Also, I'm going to try to update more and keep my schedule busy with stuff. If I don't, I get lazy and procrastinate. It's not a good habit, since it affects every aspect of my life.
Thank you guys for reading, and make sure you tell your friends about this story!
-Ducky :)
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Strange and Unknown
FantasiaA boy who can't find his personality. Another boy who doesn't recall his memories clearly. A girl who can find the answers to any question using human characteristics. Another girl who's bored of her life, and another few people, who's life starts t...
