Loves Murder Mystery - Chapter 3
So sorry to all my readers. It has taken me so long i know but i was having problems with my computer and then my school work got into the way.
So sorry to all those who have been waiting. I was having a hard time with the last couple of chapters and then when my computer crashed and lost all my work I had to re-write it again. so I hope you enjoy and please do comment and leave comments. also I want to know how the story is coming and are my post to short. Thanks all of you and I really hope you all enjoy and comment on my story.
"Your Issy Molloy the sister of Zacaria Molloy aren't you?" I couldn't help but ask. The question just popped up and when I spoke it I instantly regretted saying it out loud to where both of us could hear it.
"Yes I am Zac's sister is that such a big surprise? I mean I know I'm not as good looking as him but I am way smarter than him and that is a fact." She sounded proud that she was better at something that her older brother was not very good at. She was kind and very funny. It was nice to know that there were some really nice people or a really nice person at this school that was nice.
"I didn't mean it like that. I meant that I didn't know that he had any brothers or sisters. Actually I really don't know much him at all. Oh umm, class is starting now if you don't mind." I was surprised that I had said so much to someone I don't even now and that was the sister of the boy I was in love with. What is wrong with me I must be crazy. Class went by fast as I turned that conversation in my head a little more than I should have.
After class I was walking towards my next class when Issy walked up to me and started to talk to me again.
"So I was wondering if you wanted to hang out with me at lunch? I am the new kid here and I don't have many friends yet. Skipping up a grade and being the youngest kid in high school then your kind of a... well let's just say they treat you different. So what do you say?" She was a nice girl and I was too nice to say no.
"Sure why not it could be a good experience. I don't have many friends either and it would be nice to have someone to talk to." I so don't know why I am being so brutally honest with this strange girl.
"Good so I will meet you at the lunch line then?" she looked so happy and that is when I started to blush. It was very embarrassing so I looked away and that is when I noticed that Zacaria Molloy was watching me. Actually I think that he was watching his baby sister talking to the school nerd. He didn't look very happy and that mad me sad that he didn't like me at all. That he wouldn't even let his little sister talk to me.
Sitting straight up in bed with a layer of sweat on my face I looked over at the clock I still had at least an hour before I had to actually be up and start getting ready to go to that little island called Scarlet Island right off Brazil. Not wanting to go back to bed I got up and started to check that I had packed everything and that everything was ready to go and done with. Then I went to my bathroom and looked at myself. My chocolate brown hair was a disaster and my brownish-green eyes were red and puffy from the lack of sleep that I have been getting between my dreams and all the work that I get. I decided to take a bath since I had so much extra time and I really need to relax. I started to feel my hot tub of a bath and went down to the kitchen really fast to start too warm up my stress relieving tea. It helped some and that was better than nothing at all. When the tea was done I hurried up and turned off my water. It had just finish and was almost to the top of the ledge of the tub. I put my tea on the ledge and started to undress. When I was finished I climbed in and grabbed my face mask rub. It was that kind that after you put on it has to harden. So I drank my tea and let my thoughts wonder onto severely different topics I had been thinking about.
First thing I thought about was my family. My family was totally screwed up ever since my accident in the alley. My parents never really "forgave" me for what happened and it wasn't even really my fault. Then when my grandma took me in it was a chance to start all over again. She didn't judge me for what happened. She thought that it made me stronger. I loved my grandma so much and when she died two years ago I went into a depressing state for weeks and I wouldn't let anyone help me at all. No one could get me out of the depressing state I was in, it was terrible for everyone. Then my thoughts continued on to how my grandma had worked for I.Q. Headquarters before she had retired, and that was also part of why she took me in. She had also wanted me to come and live with her because she thought it could help straighten out my life a little bit and even help me through rough times that would come my way. She thought that I might fall in love with one of the agents and live happily ever after, like most grandparents want for their grandchildren.
That brings me to the next two subjects my "dream" guy and my best friend. Of course the dream guy would only be a dream and if my best friend had her way I would already be married to the first bachelor she had intended for me. She is always setting me up on blind missions. Like if I ever needed anyone for a job she, since her family is now the second top contributor, me being the first one, thinks she can set me up with anyone she wants to. I mean I will admit that they are kind of hot and that makes me melt where I am standing, but the guys she sends me all distract me. I mean rock hard six pack and brown hair or blonde hair with green or blue eyes...is hot but not my type or what I need. They all want an adventure and that is it but I am ready for a family. I want family adventures and romantic memories. These were the things I longed for and if a guy I met one day had what I wanted then I would marry him. Whether Issy found him for me or if I happened to find him myself, I wouldn't really care. And with that I got out of the bath to get ready to go to Brazil.
I dried myself off with my towel and then combed my hair and put on my clothes and called up my butler, who has been in the family since my mother was just a teenager, to ask him if he could help me bring down my bags and put them by the door so the driver could load them up when the time came, and then went onto the kitchen to enjoy some delicious breakfast.
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Thank you all for reading and I'll try to get the next post out as soon as I can. I have already started it I just need to finish it. please a comment negative or positive. thank you .
"Your Issy Molloy the sister of Zacaria Molloy aren't you?" I couldn't help but ask. The question just popped up and when I spoke it I instantly regretted saying it out loud to where both of us could hear it.
"Yes I am Zac's sister is that such a big surprise? I mean I know I'm not as good looking as him but I am way smarter than him and that is a fact." She sounded proud that she was better at something that her older brother was not very good at. She was kind and very funny. It was nice to know that there were some really nice people or a really nice person at this school that was nice.
"I didn't mean it like that. I meant that I didn't know that he had any brothers or sisters. Actually I really don't know much him at all. Oh umm, class is starting now if you don't mind." I was surprised that I had said so much to someone I don't even now and that was the sister of the boy I was in love with. What is wrong with me I must be crazy. Class went by fast as I turned that conversation in my head a little more than I should have.
After class I was walking towards my next class when Issy walked up to me and started to talk to me again.
"So I was wondering if you wanted to hang out with me at lunch? I am the new kid here and I don't have many friends yet. Skipping up a grade and being the youngest kid in high school then your kind of a... well let's just say they treat you different. So what do you say?" She was a nice girl and I was too nice to say no.
"Sure why not it could be a good experience. I don't have many friends either and it would be nice to have someone to talk to." I so don't know why I am being so brutally honest with this strange girl.
"Good so I will meet you at the lunch line then?" she looked so happy and that is when I started to blush. It was very embarrassing so I looked away and that is when I noticed that Zacaria Molloy was watching me. Actually I think that he was watching his baby sister talking to the school nerd. He didn't look very happy and that mad me sad that he didn't like me at all. That he wouldn't even let his little sister talk to me.
Sitting straight up in bed with a layer of sweat on my face I looked over at the clock I still had at least an hour before I had to actually be up and start getting ready to go to that little island called Scarlet Island right off Brazil. Not wanting to go back to bed I got up and started to check that I had packed everything and that everything was ready to go and done with. Then I went to my bathroom and looked at myself. My chocolate brown hair was a disaster and my brownish-green eyes were red and puffy from the lack of sleep that I have been getting between my dreams and all the work that I get. I decided to take a bath since I had so much extra time and I really need to relax. I started to feel my hot tub of a bath and went down to the kitchen really fast to start too warm up my stress relieving tea. It helped some and that was better than nothing at all. When the tea was done I hurried up and turned off my water. It had just finish and was almost to the top of the ledge of the tub. I put my tea on the ledge and started to undress. When I was finished I climbed in and grabbed my face mask rub. It was that kind that after you put on it has to harden. So I drank my tea and let my thoughts wonder onto severely different topics I had been thinking about.
First thing I thought about was my family. My family was totally screwed up ever since my accident in the alley. My parents never really "forgave" me for what happened and it wasn't even really my fault. Then when my grandma took me in it was a chance to start all over again. She didn't judge me for what happened. She thought that it made me stronger. I loved my grandma so much and when she died two years ago I went into a depressing state for weeks and I wouldn't let anyone help me at all. No one could get me out of the depressing state I was in, it was terrible for everyone. Then my thoughts continued on to how my grandma had worked for I.Q. Headquarters before she had retired, and that was also part of why she took me in. She had also wanted me to come and live with her because she thought it could help straighten out my life a little bit and even help me through rough times that would come my way. She thought that I might fall in love with one of the agents and live happily ever after, like most grandparents want for their grandchildren.
That brings me to the next two subjects my "dream" guy and my best friend. Of course the dream guy would only be a dream and if my best friend had her way I would already be married to the first bachelor she had intended for me. She is always setting me up on blind missions. Like if I ever needed anyone for a job she, since her family is now the second top contributor, me being the first one, thinks she can set me up with anyone she wants to. I mean I will admit that they are kind of hot and that makes me melt where I am standing, but the guys she sends me all distract me. I mean rock hard six pack and brown hair or blonde hair with green or blue eyes...is hot but not my type or what I need. They all want an adventure and that is it but I am ready for a family. I want family adventures and romantic memories. These were the things I longed for and if a guy I met one day had what I wanted then I would marry him. Whether Issy found him for me or if I happened to find him myself, I wouldn't really care. And with that I got out of the bath to get ready to go to Brazil.
I dried myself off with my towel and then combed my hair and put on my clothes and called up my butler, who has been in the family since my mother was just a teenager, to ask him if he could help me bring down my bags and put them by the door so the driver could load them up when the time came, and then went onto the kitchen to enjoy some delicious breakfast.
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Thank you all for reading and I'll try to get the next post out as soon as I can. I have already started it I just need to finish it. please a comment negative or positive. thank you .
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