Loves Murder Mystery - Chapter 1 (Rewrite)
Thank you to all who read and commented on my story. This is what I originally attended my story to be like. I'm glad to know that there are those of you who also enjoy mystery romance stories to. I don't quite know how long this may be.
I have to get to class. I have to get to class. Just have to turn the corner and then go straight and then turn left. How hard can that be? I was walking to my Spanish class trying to be invisible. As I looked up to make sure I was walking into anyone I caught a pair of deep bluish-grayish eyes who had happened to be looking my way as I turned the corner. Realizing who those eyes belonged to I blushed but even more retarded I kept on looking. Those I happened to belong to Zacaria Molloy. Everyone in school called him Zac or Zacky.
As I had this little rant I noted that he didn't right away turn his head. He acted like he was looking at something or someone like his girlfriend. I looked away and blushed. I walked into class cursing myself for thinking that someone might actually like me. I cursed myself for thinking that the most popular and most cutest and sweetest guy might have a secret crush. It wasn't possible even if I wanted it to be. He was a senior and I was a sophomore in high school. He is never going to talk to me and I guess I have to face the facts.
As I was sitting there waiting for the butterflies to go away and class to start a girl came in and sat next t me. She turned towards me and said "Hi my name is Issy Molloy. What is your name?". "Hi my name is Emma Wikes."
Beep! Beep! Beep! Ahhh! What did the world want from me now? Ughh! It's just my bosses. I'm being a crime scene investigator, CSI, a private investigator, PI, and historian, no title, does mean that I'm going to get no sleep. And owning or shoring it with my Twin Sister, Isabella Watson, she's married. We own Wikes Helping Hand. It's a store, medical wing, for people who can't pay for medical and it takes donations to help people around the world who are homeless or have no food and so on. Proud owners of it are Isabella, Bella, and Emma Wikes, that's me.
I called the number on the pager and it was the clerk at the desk saying that I needed to go into work early. That I had an emergency mission I had to go on and that I could sleep on the way there. That I had to get to IQ headquarters ASAP. I worked at IQ with Issy Malloy and that is who was waiting for me at the entrance. Issy is twenty one now and had finally just got her training done even though she still had thousands of things to learn. Most of which you had to learn on the field.
When I got over to her I saw that my best friend ever had hot coffee. "You look like you could use at least three more hours of sleep. Are you even awake or are you like Frankenstein and just walking around?" She asked. "No I'm not just waking around. I have to go and meet the big boss. I have an idea though why don't you take this one for me and Ill take your next two missions, please?" "I can't. I don't have your kind of training and your skills. But Ill go with you or if I don't have the best of skills needed for that mission Ill find someone to go with you."
"What do you mean you'll find someone, Is?" I asked worried. "I can't talk now I have to go to class call me after wards and we will talk, kay? Okay."
Then she just walked off.
I headed in with my coffee in one hand and my purse in the other. I felt kind of like a soccer mom that has to juggle all these things in one day. I walked up to the elevator worrying about what Issy had said earlier. I hope she doesn't think that she is going to set me up on a blind mission. For on thing I don't date. And secondly I don't really trust people when I'm on a mission. So how could a relationship be good if I couldn't trust him. Just then the elevator finally opened and I walked in and pushed the button to the underground part of the office. The upper part of the building was used for agents who prefer to sleep here. I don't prefer to sleep here. I prefer the pent house or Grandma Wikes Mansion. I guess its my mansion now grandma left it all to me and the mansion is what I use for my lab and office space and part of the east wing goes for storage for WHH. Then the west wing is used for the medical treatment area. And then I still have billions of rooms left. I'm thinking about letting people who don't have anywhere to go and have a family stay in some of the rooms.
The elevator opened and I walked out to see the new desk clerk at one of the many marble counters in the big greeting room. I walked up to her and said "I was called in and that I had to come in right away and see the boss face to face." "You must be Ms. Emma Wikes? He is waiting for you inside." "Thanks." I walked in and Mr. Johnny Johnson was sitting at the big head desk. His booming voice startled me and also reminded me of one of those head of the news. "WIKES GET IN HERE AND CLOSE THE DOOR. I GOT A MISSION FOR YOU AND IT HAS TO BE DONE SOON. MR. ROBERT PENVILLIN OF THE PENVILLIN FAMILY HAS BEEN MURDER AND I NEED YOU TO GO OUT THERE AND DO WHAT YOU DO BEST. AND IF YOU NEED ANYONE I'LL FIND THE BEST AND MOST TRUST WORTHY TO COME OUT. YOU WILL GET YOUR FILE WHEN YOU GO OUT. NOW LEAVE!
I walked out of the office and up to the clerk. The only person who could really scare me was my boss. "Hi again. I'm supposed to have a folder or envelope here. Mr. Johnson said to pick it up before I leave." I asked the really young clerk. "Yep here it is for you Ms. Have a nice day now, ya hear." "Thank you." I went back to the elevators and stood there waiting for it to open. When it did I walked in and hit the main floor key and went to get more coffee and some food.
-This is how I original wanted it to start out. Hope you enjoy and please feel free to comment!!!!-
As I had this little rant I noted that he didn't right away turn his head. He acted like he was looking at something or someone like his girlfriend. I looked away and blushed. I walked into class cursing myself for thinking that someone might actually like me. I cursed myself for thinking that the most popular and most cutest and sweetest guy might have a secret crush. It wasn't possible even if I wanted it to be. He was a senior and I was a sophomore in high school. He is never going to talk to me and I guess I have to face the facts.
As I was sitting there waiting for the butterflies to go away and class to start a girl came in and sat next t me. She turned towards me and said "Hi my name is Issy Molloy. What is your name?". "Hi my name is Emma Wikes."
Beep! Beep! Beep! Ahhh! What did the world want from me now? Ughh! It's just my bosses. I'm being a crime scene investigator, CSI, a private investigator, PI, and historian, no title, does mean that I'm going to get no sleep. And owning or shoring it with my Twin Sister, Isabella Watson, she's married. We own Wikes Helping Hand. It's a store, medical wing, for people who can't pay for medical and it takes donations to help people around the world who are homeless or have no food and so on. Proud owners of it are Isabella, Bella, and Emma Wikes, that's me.
I called the number on the pager and it was the clerk at the desk saying that I needed to go into work early. That I had an emergency mission I had to go on and that I could sleep on the way there. That I had to get to IQ headquarters ASAP. I worked at IQ with Issy Malloy and that is who was waiting for me at the entrance. Issy is twenty one now and had finally just got her training done even though she still had thousands of things to learn. Most of which you had to learn on the field.
When I got over to her I saw that my best friend ever had hot coffee. "You look like you could use at least three more hours of sleep. Are you even awake or are you like Frankenstein and just walking around?" She asked. "No I'm not just waking around. I have to go and meet the big boss. I have an idea though why don't you take this one for me and Ill take your next two missions, please?" "I can't. I don't have your kind of training and your skills. But Ill go with you or if I don't have the best of skills needed for that mission Ill find someone to go with you."
"What do you mean you'll find someone, Is?" I asked worried. "I can't talk now I have to go to class call me after wards and we will talk, kay? Okay."
Then she just walked off.
I headed in with my coffee in one hand and my purse in the other. I felt kind of like a soccer mom that has to juggle all these things in one day. I walked up to the elevator worrying about what Issy had said earlier. I hope she doesn't think that she is going to set me up on a blind mission. For on thing I don't date. And secondly I don't really trust people when I'm on a mission. So how could a relationship be good if I couldn't trust him. Just then the elevator finally opened and I walked in and pushed the button to the underground part of the office. The upper part of the building was used for agents who prefer to sleep here. I don't prefer to sleep here. I prefer the pent house or Grandma Wikes Mansion. I guess its my mansion now grandma left it all to me and the mansion is what I use for my lab and office space and part of the east wing goes for storage for WHH. Then the west wing is used for the medical treatment area. And then I still have billions of rooms left. I'm thinking about letting people who don't have anywhere to go and have a family stay in some of the rooms.
The elevator opened and I walked out to see the new desk clerk at one of the many marble counters in the big greeting room. I walked up to her and said "I was called in and that I had to come in right away and see the boss face to face." "You must be Ms. Emma Wikes? He is waiting for you inside." "Thanks." I walked in and Mr. Johnny Johnson was sitting at the big head desk. His booming voice startled me and also reminded me of one of those head of the news. "WIKES GET IN HERE AND CLOSE THE DOOR. I GOT A MISSION FOR YOU AND IT HAS TO BE DONE SOON. MR. ROBERT PENVILLIN OF THE PENVILLIN FAMILY HAS BEEN MURDER AND I NEED YOU TO GO OUT THERE AND DO WHAT YOU DO BEST. AND IF YOU NEED ANYONE I'LL FIND THE BEST AND MOST TRUST WORTHY TO COME OUT. YOU WILL GET YOUR FILE WHEN YOU GO OUT. NOW LEAVE!
I walked out of the office and up to the clerk. The only person who could really scare me was my boss. "Hi again. I'm supposed to have a folder or envelope here. Mr. Johnson said to pick it up before I leave." I asked the really young clerk. "Yep here it is for you Ms. Have a nice day now, ya hear." "Thank you." I went back to the elevators and stood there waiting for it to open. When it did I walked in and hit the main floor key and went to get more coffee and some food.
-This is how I original wanted it to start out. Hope you enjoy and please feel free to comment!!!!-
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