Camille Harrison
Prologue
She was running; an outline of a thin bag showed in her oversized, torn, red shirt. She wore brown ragged pants; green gloves made from extra material and had no shoes. She ducked into an alley, opened the bag and ravenously ate the small red apple that was in the bag. Exhausted, and finally full, she quickly fell asleep. The thin girl was covered with grime, dust and was young enough to be mistaken for a boy.
Mystery Story
In a dark, damp city lived a girl named Sam. Her life on the street was half-order and half-chaos so; she had her own ideas about law. Her orderly-life included, knowing the laws, went (for a time) to a school for poor children, and. Her chaos-life included, living on the street, doing things her own way, and sometimes depended on a homeless shelter for food.
She was running; an outline of a thin bag showed in her oversized, torn, red shirt. She wore brown ragged pants; green gloves made from extra material and had no shoes. She ducked into an alley, opened the bag and ravenously ate the small red apple that was in the bag. Exhausted, and finally full, she quickly fell asleep. The thin girl was covered with grime, dust and was young enough to be mistaken for a boy.
Self-preservation senses sharp, Sam woke up nearly two hours later. A person, not very far away, walked away from a museum and seemed to vanish in the shadows because, of his black shirt. Shortly afterward another man in a brown jacket walked out of the museum, nervous and terrified. Before he got much farther though, he stiffened and fell; dead. Sam slipped into the shadows stealthily, following the killer with, noise that would not wake a mouse. She followed the man to his hideout but, dared not follow so; she went back to the museum however, she had marked him with a trickle of white paint. She was just in time to see the police arrive. Hiding close by, she learned that a priceless painting had been stolen! Slowly, Sam was able to piece together the part of the mystery.
Three men had signed out recently, Granger, Watson, and Flint (last names); all employees. The man who had been killed was one of them. The other two had gone home. Only Sam knew the killer was one of those two. Sam had a hunch that the other one would be targeted and killed quietly and soon. She knew where they lived; she made sure she knew everything about anyone she saw. Playing on a hunch she went to the employee who lived closest to the hideout. His name was Granger and he had invited his best friend, Watson over for dinner.
Sure enough someone was home. Two actually, one hid a knife, very neatly she thought. The to-be-killer inched his way to the light switch. Sam took a very risky chance; she opened a window in a corner without Granger or the killer hearing, and went inside. Sam bundled a pillow up and snuck close to the killer. When the lights went off, the knife descended. Acting quickly, Sam threw the pillow between the target and killer's knife. The knife hit the pillow as the killer fled through the door. Sam fled through the window a moment later. Believing the victim dead, the murderer-of-one prepared to leave the city.
Meanwhile, Sam had gone back to the museum and alerted the police (by means of note so she wouldn't be questioned.) When the killer stepped outside he was quite surprised to see the police on his doorstep. He still wore his marked black shirt. In his home, the police found, the priceless portrait. Granger had thought the killer was Watson because he had invited Watson in, not knowing the real Watson was dead and it was really Flint.
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--Camille Harrison--
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