|Secrets Can Kill: A moonrise56 edition
Author: moonrise56 PM
Okay, so I completely erased Nancy Drew, and made Nancy Drew two people, and changed up a lot of things. I have to change parts of the storyline because of that. This story is based off of the remastered edition, but for you hardcore fans, I'll include some plot from the original. Please rate and review! Rated T 'cause I'm paranoidRated: Fiction T - English - Humor/Mystery - Chapters: 3 - Words: 2,508 - Reviews: 2 - Favs: 2 - Follows: 1 - Updated: 11-20-12 - Published: 09-15-12 - id: 8529287
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Author's Note: Hi! My name is Matthew! I am writing a series of fan fics that are based upon Her Interactive video games of the Nancy Drew Series. I completely dropped the character of Nancy Drew, and switched the character names of the many Main and Recurring Characters, like Bess, George, Frank, Joe. I also made Nancy Drew two people, Katherine and Ben. I am going to try to write the series one game at a time. This make take a couple years though… :( But, I'm sure it'll be a great! Review please! This story is going to be based on the Remastered edition, but for you hardcore fans, I'll include some of the old edition.
Disclaimer: I don't own Nancy Drew, or any of the related parties.
"We congratulate Katherine Rodrigues and Benjamin Parnell as the only graduates to earn a Major in Criminology this year!"
I got up from my chair, taking a deep breath. Focus Kate, you have to breathe. Make sure not to trip on your gown. Did you tie your shoe laces? I checked. My Converse shoes had been laced up tight. My blue and gold gown slid over them neatly, covering them, which wasn't my intention. I wanted to show the world that I was a tomboy, not a girl who was weird enough to wear sandals or high-heels to their graduation.
Benjamin, sitting right next to me checked for me to see if I was going to trip. Benjamin had known me ever since we were a couple days old. We were born three hours apart, next door to each other in the hospital. We were neighbors, which was a great addition to our friendship. We loved to figure out things together. First, it was homework. Then, things like Who ate the last cookie? And things like that. We finally were solving a lot more than just not crimes, we were solving actual crimes. It wasn't until we were both seniors in high school that we decided that it would be our profession.
Benjamin and I were accepted into many, many schools, and because of our young age (fifteen, when we graduated high school), and the fact that Benjamin and I both had Type 1 Diabetes, we had scholar ships popping up all over the place. We decided on the University of California in Irvine, as it was the closest to our homes. Now, at a young age of just eighteen, we were graduating and getting our Majors in Criminology.
Anyway, after that little part of history, I wanted to say that I am super, super clumsy. Sometimes, my pump tubing will catch on doorknobs, or I'll trip and fall down a flight of stairs. So, it was no wonder that we both made sure I wasn't going to trip.
I moved swiftly towards the stage. I climbed the rickety steps to the stage, and crossed it to the Head of Criminology. He handed me my diploma, and then handed Ben's to him, and we both sat back down in our assigned seats. I smiled at Ben. We were happy, together. Nothing romantic, or anything, but we were happy to be together.
Dear Katherine and Benjamin,
I am delighted to know that both of you have been awarded a Major in the degree of Criminology. Congratulations.
I would love to invite you over to my home, in Paseo del Mar, Florida, for a week. Enclosed, you will find a list of dates of which I am available. If you are interested in any of these dates, please ring me. Katherine, you have my number in your speed dial, I placed it there just in case you forgot. Yes, I know your fourteen character password that you brag about.
Love, Aunt Eloise
I sighed. Why does my aunt have to be so smart?
We flew out to Paseo del Mar the next week. How could we refuse? My aunt was always so supportive of Ben and I, and she was the only one that treated Ben like a son in my family. She knew that we weren't planning on ever being romantic with each other, but, just in case, she teased us, a lot. 'When's the wedding?' 'So, how was your date?' 'Where was your first kiss?'
Ben sat next to me on the airplane, reading a book. From California, we flew to Chicago and from Chicago to Paseo del Mar. His light blond hair just brushed the nape of his neck, and his bangs touched his eyes. It was very curly, but he wished that it was straight. . Being very tall, and muscular, he was what most teenage girls would define as 'hot'.
Me? Not even close. My dark brown hair barely touched my waist, with red highlights, though not dyed. Completely straight. I was very short, only being 4'9 to Ben's 5'6. Ben was like me in clothing however, we practically wore the same things. Shirts, jeans, athletic shorts, converse, etc. Sometimes, I wore a blouse, but mostly wore shirts.
An airport attendant came by, giving newspapers to passengers who wanted one. I graciously took one. Apparently, before beginning their first shift, the airplane companies will deliver newspapers from the airplane's destination to the airplane, for the convenience of the passengers. Of course, it was Paseo Times Morning Edition. At first, it looked like any other newspaper. But then…
Jake Rogers, student at Paseo del Mar High, has been found dead, murder suspected
I gasped, showing the newspaper towards Ben, who was drinking a cup of coffee. The newspaper knocked over the Styrofoam cup in his hand, causing the hot liquid to soak his pants. And, of course, the newspaper.
"Oh! That burns!" Ben clutched his thighs.
"Never mind your burning legs, look at this!" I pointed at the headline.
"My legs are national treasures, I can't just not mind them…" he began, and then stopped. "Oh, my gosh. What else does it say?"
I frantically searched the newspaper for any word or anything that would allow me to read it. I sighed.
"Your freaking coffee ruined the newspaper."
"Excuse me, but my so called 'freaking coffee' was good coffee. Anyway, we can just wait until we get to Paseo del Mar. We're landing in six minutes."
The next ten minutes of landing and boarding were the most boring of my life.
As soon as the pilot said we could get up and grab our luggage, I unbuckled, grabbed our carry-on luggage, gripped Ben's arm, and shot forward as fast as possible. We were out of the airplane and in the airport in one minute flat. We rushed through security, and of course, that took forever because, instead of having to go through a scanner like every other person, we had to get a pat down because our insulin pumps couldn't go through a scanner.
We found our luggage, and we were out the door of the airport in only a couple minutes. Aunt Eloise was promptly waiting at the airport days. "Hi Aunt Eloise." I greeted her warmly, opening my arms to give her a hug.
Instead of saying anything to either of us, she just snatched our luggage and threw them in the trunk, and opened the back doors to her car. "Get in the car." She replied sweetly.
This wasn't usual behavior for Aunt Eloise. We both got in the car, and as soon as we buckled our seatbelts, Aunt Eloise tore forward.
"What's the matter, Aunt Eloise?" I asked.
"There's a murder at Paseo del Mar High. I'm a teacher there, remember?" She honked at a car, and sped forward, possibly running a few red lights.
"Yeah, we saw the news. But what's the rush?" Ben reiterated my question.
"Because they need teenage detectives. They need them quick, before the case runs cold. And, seeing that you two have gotten yourselves a degree in Criminology, I thought this would be great to jumpstart your career. Anyway, the Police Department have sent over a private detective to help." She replied, making a hard turn, throwing both me and Ben against the side of the car.
"Are we late?" I yelled as the tires screeched, turning into a small food plaza.
"No, I'm hungry." Aunt Eloise parked the car, turned off the engine, and was out the door.
She is not your typical librarian.