I am Frank Gilberts and I recommend you don't read this book. If you do you may find yourself at night trembling in your bed unable to fall asleep because as it so happens, this book is very scary. You may be wondering how I write this disastrous story every day of my life, well, the answer is probably because I have been stalking Ruby Wold until the day it ended. But let's get on with the story. One day Ruby Wold was walking and her book satchel burst open letting all her books drop to the floor. Really? She thought as she scooped up the scattered books. She had a lot of books for she was researching Georgia. She had always wanted to live there but, unfortunately she lived in boring old Nevada where all there is to research about it is hills, hills, hills and she was far too smart to learn about hills. Actually, she had the highest IQ in the class. She was so spoiled I bet you all my money, if she asked for a shark her parents would buy her an indoor aquarium, for they were so rich they could afford everything in the world. Ruby lived in a creepy mansion on Absinion street, and when poor people came begging for mercy over dispute over a field, she would just swing her back on them leaving with only a poof of her hair. She was mean and nobody liked her. But she didn't care. I'm sorry to say, Ruby Wold is dead. I am going to skip ahead. When she died her parents were so confused. How did she get murdered? Who did it? Whoever did it...
why?
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The Death Of Ruby Wold
Mystery / ThrillerRuby was fine. Her life was perfect. But she was in trouble. No one knew, not even her but, not even I Frank Gilberts has the strength to tell you who killed Ruby.
