"Erin?" Chrissa poked me in the side. "Whats up with you? You didn't want to paint for 8:00 a.m. routine this morning, and now you won't eat PIZZA?!"
I frowned. "I just.. I don't feel well, Chrissa.."
Chrissa jumped up. "Then lets get you upstairs! I'll get you a hot water bottle for your feet!" She was already rushing up the stairs by the time I got the energy to call out to her to come back.
Ugh.
I hate life.
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Spring Green Queen is on the Scene, Part 2
"So, JULIE'S the culprit?" I shouted angrily. Julie was so sweet and innocent, I can't believe she was out to get Bethie!
"Well," Lanie fidgeted with one of her curls. "Bethie did refuse to sign her 'Stop Global Warming' movement. Beth doesn't believe in global warming."
I pulled the small gem out of the mud and Lanie and I headed up the path. We set the gem inside my dresser.
"How are we going to get the evidence out of Julie?" Lanie asked.
"We'll have to do the good cop, bad cop roles." I reasoned.
"Oooh! Can I be the bad cop, pretty please?" Lanie begged eagerly.
"Oh all right." I mumbled.
Lanie headed down stairs, and came back hoisting Julie up the hatches. Julie was tied to the back of a metal chair. I gaped in awe.
"You said I could be the bad cop!" Lanie shrugged.
"All right, Albright." Lanie scolded. "Tell us why you're out to get Bethie!"
"Wait, WHAT? What are you babbling about, Holland?!" Julie shouted, furious.
"Lady, we'll ask the questions." Lanie snarled.
"I'm your ROOMMATE! Why would you suspect me?" Julie barked.
I saw that I wasn't going to get a say in this if Lanie kept on being the bad cop, so I stepped in. "We found THIS gem," I held out the jewel. "Stuck in the mud where I was threatened. My partner," I beckoned to Lanie. "Confirmed that the jewel is in fact, yours."
"Yeah, it's mine! But I haven't been to the forest in weeks since the government promised me they'd stop bothering the baby skunks." Julie explained.
"Wait a sec!" I shouted. "Julie, don't you have special wide feet?"
"Yeah, but you don't have to rub it in!" Julie barked at me.
"Then you can't run away fast in stilettos, right?"
"Riiight."
"Then Julie can't be the culprit! The person in question threatened me, but before I could see who it was, they were gone and Rebecca's stiletto was stuck in the mud!"
Lanie untied Julie. "You're free to go." Julie slapped Lanie and walked away.
"We're getting nowhere with this!" Lanie wailed.
"We have to check the crime scene again!" I sighed.
"Grace! It's hopeless! You're treating this like it's a murder mystery! It was probably one of the big jerky boys next door!"
"Do big jerky boys wear fingernail polish?!" I yelled.
"They could have pretended! For all we know, Rebecca could have been the culprit but she just used nail polish remover to get it off before we interviewed her!" Lanie sassed at me.
"Fine! Don't help me!" I hollered.
"I don't think I will!" Lanie hollered back. She threw all the supplies she was carrying on the ground and stormed out, her long blonde curls bouncing against her back as she walked.
"Tree hugger!" I shouted angrily as she walked away.
"Hopeless bookworm!" She shouted back.
Oh, Oh OH! This isn't fair! First I lose my sanity, then my best friend, all because of a stupid crime scene!? This is pointless! I wish my twin sister, Erin, were here to help me. She wouldn't argue or fight with me, but according to Sonali's blog, they've got their hands full with this new Pullip sister of theirs. The last thing that should be on Erin's mind is her twin, when she's got to keep that bloody Pullip from touching her possessions.
~Gracelynne~
"Well," Lanie fidgeted with one of her curls. "Bethie did refuse to sign her 'Stop Global Warming' movement. Beth doesn't believe in global warming."
I pulled the small gem out of the mud and Lanie and I headed up the path. We set the gem inside my dresser.
"How are we going to get the evidence out of Julie?" Lanie asked.
"We'll have to do the good cop, bad cop roles." I reasoned.
"Oooh! Can I be the bad cop, pretty please?" Lanie begged eagerly.
"Oh all right." I mumbled.
Lanie headed down stairs, and came back hoisting Julie up the hatches. Julie was tied to the back of a metal chair. I gaped in awe.
"You said I could be the bad cop!" Lanie shrugged.
"All right, Albright." Lanie scolded. "Tell us why you're out to get Bethie!"
"Wait, WHAT? What are you babbling about, Holland?!" Julie shouted, furious.
"Lady, we'll ask the questions." Lanie snarled.
"I'm your ROOMMATE! Why would you suspect me?" Julie barked.
I saw that I wasn't going to get a say in this if Lanie kept on being the bad cop, so I stepped in. "We found THIS gem," I held out the jewel. "Stuck in the mud where I was threatened. My partner," I beckoned to Lanie. "Confirmed that the jewel is in fact, yours."
"Yeah, it's mine! But I haven't been to the forest in weeks since the government promised me they'd stop bothering the baby skunks." Julie explained.
"Wait a sec!" I shouted. "Julie, don't you have special wide feet?"
"Yeah, but you don't have to rub it in!" Julie barked at me.
"Then you can't run away fast in stilettos, right?"
"Riiight."
"Then Julie can't be the culprit! The person in question threatened me, but before I could see who it was, they were gone and Rebecca's stiletto was stuck in the mud!"
Lanie untied Julie. "You're free to go." Julie slapped Lanie and walked away.
"We're getting nowhere with this!" Lanie wailed.
"We have to check the crime scene again!" I sighed.
"Grace! It's hopeless! You're treating this like it's a murder mystery! It was probably one of the big jerky boys next door!"
"Do big jerky boys wear fingernail polish?!" I yelled.
"They could have pretended! For all we know, Rebecca could have been the culprit but she just used nail polish remover to get it off before we interviewed her!" Lanie sassed at me.
"Fine! Don't help me!" I hollered.
"I don't think I will!" Lanie hollered back. She threw all the supplies she was carrying on the ground and stormed out, her long blonde curls bouncing against her back as she walked.
"Tree hugger!" I shouted angrily as she walked away.
"Hopeless bookworm!" She shouted back.
Oh, Oh OH! This isn't fair! First I lose my sanity, then my best friend, all because of a stupid crime scene!? This is pointless! I wish my twin sister, Erin, were here to help me. She wouldn't argue or fight with me, but according to Sonali's blog, they've got their hands full with this new Pullip sister of theirs. The last thing that should be on Erin's mind is her twin, when she's got to keep that bloody Pullip from touching her possessions.
~Gracelynne~
Monday, July 12, 2010
Spring Green Queen is on the Scene
In the blog that I wrote last, I promised I wouldn't rest until I found the source of Bethie's weird behavior. She's a good friend, but not nearly as close as Lanie. We've been having late-night conversations and sleepovers. I feel like a bad friend to be helping Beth and ignoring her at the same time. But it is best to leave it at that.
First off, I wanted to email Ruthie and check out Sonali's blog. I asked Beth to borrow her computer, because maybe there's something up with Sonali's blog. I haven't checked it in a while. I sent Ruthie the email I wanted and typed in Sonali's blogger URL. It came up as 'blocked from the computer.' That's odd.
"Bethie, why is Sonali's blog blocked from your computer?"
"I dunno. It just happened."
I closed Beth's laptop and raced downstairs to retrive my spring green laptop. I opened Sonali's blog on my Internet browser, and surprisingly, it came up. I read the first few lines of one of her June blogs, but a manicured hand slammed my laptop shut on my fingers.
"Ouch." I whispered under my breath. Something grabbed my hair, and I was being tugged outside into the woods.
"Listen to me." A threatening voice crackled into my ear. "If anything is said to Sonali, Beth, or your dumb [the voice said another word...] sister about their blogs, I sware I'm going to drown you in that pond." The voice hissed into my ear.
I turned to see who it was, but all I could see was a red stiletto heel that got stuck in the mud. I picked it up. Interesting.
After future examination, I found that the sitletto belonged to none other then Rebecca Ann Claire Rubin.
"Listen to me, Gracelynne!" Rebecca pleaded. "I didn't do it! I'm not out to get Sonny and Beth, I sware!" She fell into a heap at my feet and sobbed into her hands.
"Wait a sec." I muttered. I grabbed Rebecca's hand. No finger nail polish in sight.
"You're free, Beck. Go." I motioned for her to leave the G.R.O.I.C; or Grace's Room of Investigating Crimes. Lanie was sitting on my bed. I brought her to the woods and we followed the heel marks and my sneaker prints to the exact spot where I was threatened. I also found a sparkly gem that looked like it fell from a necklace.
"I know that gem. It's from a necklace of Julie's." Lanie murmured
~Grace~
First off, I wanted to email Ruthie and check out Sonali's blog. I asked Beth to borrow her computer, because maybe there's something up with Sonali's blog. I haven't checked it in a while. I sent Ruthie the email I wanted and typed in Sonali's blogger URL. It came up as 'blocked from the computer.' That's odd.
"Bethie, why is Sonali's blog blocked from your computer?"
"I dunno. It just happened."
I closed Beth's laptop and raced downstairs to retrive my spring green laptop. I opened Sonali's blog on my Internet browser, and surprisingly, it came up. I read the first few lines of one of her June blogs, but a manicured hand slammed my laptop shut on my fingers.
"Ouch." I whispered under my breath. Something grabbed my hair, and I was being tugged outside into the woods.
"Listen to me." A threatening voice crackled into my ear. "If anything is said to Sonali, Beth, or your dumb [the voice said another word...] sister about their blogs, I sware I'm going to drown you in that pond." The voice hissed into my ear.
I turned to see who it was, but all I could see was a red stiletto heel that got stuck in the mud. I picked it up. Interesting.
After future examination, I found that the sitletto belonged to none other then Rebecca Ann Claire Rubin.
"Listen to me, Gracelynne!" Rebecca pleaded. "I didn't do it! I'm not out to get Sonny and Beth, I sware!" She fell into a heap at my feet and sobbed into her hands.
"Wait a sec." I muttered. I grabbed Rebecca's hand. No finger nail polish in sight.
"You're free, Beck. Go." I motioned for her to leave the G.R.O.I.C; or Grace's Room of Investigating Crimes. Lanie was sitting on my bed. I brought her to the woods and we followed the heel marks and my sneaker prints to the exact spot where I was threatened. I also found a sparkly gem that looked like it fell from a necklace.
"I know that gem. It's from a necklace of Julie's." Lanie murmured
~Grace~
Monday, July 5, 2010
Chrissa
Of course I miss Grace. Of course, of course, of course. Heck, I cry almost every night into my pillow about it. But lately I haven't been crying as much. Because of a certain Christine Jane-Marie Maxwell.
Chrissa's awesome. Epic, actually. She understands about Grace. She understands it all. Sonali does too, but ... oh my god. Lets NOT talk about Sonali.
I can't.. can't.. I gotta go.
-Erin
Chrissa's awesome. Epic, actually. She understands about Grace. She understands it all. Sonali does too, but ... oh my god. Lets NOT talk about Sonali.
I can't.. can't.. I gotta go.
-Erin
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