Carly Newton: Teenage Detective (?/F)
Posted: Thu Feb 27, 2020 3:32 am
Ever since I was young, I always wanted to be a detective like Nancy Drew. When I turned 17, I started my detective agency.
Most people didn’t treat me with respect like Laura Willis or Jack Ford. But one day, a mystery came knocking at my door. Almost literally. Here’s what happened....
It was around 8am, when I heard a knock on the front door. Usually I wouldn’t answer it unless my parents were home, but I could tell through the door hole that it was my neighbor Andy.
“Carly, I need your help. Someone stole my bike.” This was my call to arms, my first case and I told him “I’ll be right on it.”
I ran upstairs to change. Black T-Shirt, Blue Shorts, and Birkenstocks(I was in a hurry, didn’t really care about practicality). But I hurried to my bike and began the investigation at Andy’s house.
“See it was new bike, red with a silver finish, and I kept it locked with a chain, but look.” He pointed to the chain snapped in half. I took a closer look at the chain. ‘This has to smashed, rather than cut. The severing wasn’t clean.’
Something caught my eye, next to the broken chain was a splotch of mud. Now it hadn’t rained in a while and judging by the positioning, it had to be tracked in. “I believe the culprit had to come from the woods.” Our houses bordered a small wooded area, that ran all way up to the creek.
I voyaged into the woods, soon I saw signs of bike tracks and began to follow. It led me to a tree house, where the tracks ended. ‘Was the tree house the final destination, or did realize they made tracks and decided to carry it away instead ?’
The tree house was old, it appeared to be there for a while. The supports seemed sturdy, so I climbed up. Inside was a bunch of empty soda cans, magazines, and scattered playing cards. The stuff seemed recent but no sign of the bike. However I did pick up a business card which read:
Dencale Diner
-It’s Good Food, For Good Prices-
I made my way down, but once I reached the ground, my eyes were covered by a mysterious figure. I tried to struggle but they were able to secure a blindfold, than they pinned my arms behind my back.
“If you make a sound, it’ll only get worse.” Said a voice, which seemed to artificially low, like someone purposely growling. To prevent any trouble, I remained quiet.
I felt rope begin to tighten around my wrists, the person was really good at tying rope as I couldn’t get my hands the slightest bit free.
“Now move forward.” The figure pushed me a bit. I began to walk. ‘It seems this person was responsible, and trying to get me off the case. If only I could get free.’
The figure stopped me and sat me up against what felt like a tree. “Hold still.” They began to tie my body to the tree, securing my arms and chest to the tree. “You’ll never get away with this. I’m a detective you know.”
My ankles began to be bound. “Well a real detective wouldn’t be tied up, now would they ?” The figure mocked. “I took the bike, and you’ll never get it back. Now just give up on your little adventure and just give up.” I than felt my Birkenstocks being taken off, leaving my feet bare.
The sound of bike leaving, signified that the Figure got away.
“You idiot.” I said to myself. ‘Tied to a tree, how embarrassing.’ I struggled against the ropes. No result, maybe Andy would come and rescue me.
But than I remembered Nancy Drew would always find a way to escape. I began to rub my wrist bindings against the tree. ‘Come on, Carly, you can do this.’
Soon I felt the ropes loosen up. Then I maneuvered my arms to start untying my chest. Thankfully, I was able to get the ropes off. I undid my blindfold, seeing the knot that binded my ankles were in the style of a sailors knot.
After getting untied, I searched for my Birkenstocks. They were thrown into a pit of mud. ‘That’s gross, what a jerk.’ I picked up the muddy, stinky flip flops and walked to my bike, only to find both tires slashed. ‘Just my kind of luck.’
As I walked back dragging my broken bike, I stared at the blindfold, it was like a black flag. I made connections, the culprit has to either be a sailor or work near the docks, and be connected to Dencale Diner. Which was a waterfront restaurant. Now many teens actually worked on the docks, so the culprit could be caught.
When I reached home, I changed my clothes. Into a Red and White striped shirt, Denim jean shorts, and a pair of converse. I repaired my tires and headed down to the docks, I wasn’t gonna give up on this case. I’d find the thief, with all my effort.
I came up with three suspects that not only knew about the bike, but also work near the docks:
David Linville, a recent graduate who’s father is a fisherman.
Sarah Morgan, a senior who is good friends with Andy and works as a busboy at Dencale’s.
And..
Jack Ford, a dockhand, same grade as me and Andy, also my crush.
I had suspects and a greater urge to bust the crook. Nobody ties me up and gets away with it.
To Be Continued...
Most people didn’t treat me with respect like Laura Willis or Jack Ford. But one day, a mystery came knocking at my door. Almost literally. Here’s what happened....
It was around 8am, when I heard a knock on the front door. Usually I wouldn’t answer it unless my parents were home, but I could tell through the door hole that it was my neighbor Andy.
“Carly, I need your help. Someone stole my bike.” This was my call to arms, my first case and I told him “I’ll be right on it.”
I ran upstairs to change. Black T-Shirt, Blue Shorts, and Birkenstocks(I was in a hurry, didn’t really care about practicality). But I hurried to my bike and began the investigation at Andy’s house.
“See it was new bike, red with a silver finish, and I kept it locked with a chain, but look.” He pointed to the chain snapped in half. I took a closer look at the chain. ‘This has to smashed, rather than cut. The severing wasn’t clean.’
Something caught my eye, next to the broken chain was a splotch of mud. Now it hadn’t rained in a while and judging by the positioning, it had to be tracked in. “I believe the culprit had to come from the woods.” Our houses bordered a small wooded area, that ran all way up to the creek.
I voyaged into the woods, soon I saw signs of bike tracks and began to follow. It led me to a tree house, where the tracks ended. ‘Was the tree house the final destination, or did realize they made tracks and decided to carry it away instead ?’
The tree house was old, it appeared to be there for a while. The supports seemed sturdy, so I climbed up. Inside was a bunch of empty soda cans, magazines, and scattered playing cards. The stuff seemed recent but no sign of the bike. However I did pick up a business card which read:
Dencale Diner
-It’s Good Food, For Good Prices-
I made my way down, but once I reached the ground, my eyes were covered by a mysterious figure. I tried to struggle but they were able to secure a blindfold, than they pinned my arms behind my back.
“If you make a sound, it’ll only get worse.” Said a voice, which seemed to artificially low, like someone purposely growling. To prevent any trouble, I remained quiet.
I felt rope begin to tighten around my wrists, the person was really good at tying rope as I couldn’t get my hands the slightest bit free.
“Now move forward.” The figure pushed me a bit. I began to walk. ‘It seems this person was responsible, and trying to get me off the case. If only I could get free.’
The figure stopped me and sat me up against what felt like a tree. “Hold still.” They began to tie my body to the tree, securing my arms and chest to the tree. “You’ll never get away with this. I’m a detective you know.”
My ankles began to be bound. “Well a real detective wouldn’t be tied up, now would they ?” The figure mocked. “I took the bike, and you’ll never get it back. Now just give up on your little adventure and just give up.” I than felt my Birkenstocks being taken off, leaving my feet bare.
The sound of bike leaving, signified that the Figure got away.
“You idiot.” I said to myself. ‘Tied to a tree, how embarrassing.’ I struggled against the ropes. No result, maybe Andy would come and rescue me.
But than I remembered Nancy Drew would always find a way to escape. I began to rub my wrist bindings against the tree. ‘Come on, Carly, you can do this.’
Soon I felt the ropes loosen up. Then I maneuvered my arms to start untying my chest. Thankfully, I was able to get the ropes off. I undid my blindfold, seeing the knot that binded my ankles were in the style of a sailors knot.
After getting untied, I searched for my Birkenstocks. They were thrown into a pit of mud. ‘That’s gross, what a jerk.’ I picked up the muddy, stinky flip flops and walked to my bike, only to find both tires slashed. ‘Just my kind of luck.’
As I walked back dragging my broken bike, I stared at the blindfold, it was like a black flag. I made connections, the culprit has to either be a sailor or work near the docks, and be connected to Dencale Diner. Which was a waterfront restaurant. Now many teens actually worked on the docks, so the culprit could be caught.
When I reached home, I changed my clothes. Into a Red and White striped shirt, Denim jean shorts, and a pair of converse. I repaired my tires and headed down to the docks, I wasn’t gonna give up on this case. I’d find the thief, with all my effort.
I came up with three suspects that not only knew about the bike, but also work near the docks:
David Linville, a recent graduate who’s father is a fisherman.
Sarah Morgan, a senior who is good friends with Andy and works as a busboy at Dencale’s.
And..
Jack Ford, a dockhand, same grade as me and Andy, also my crush.
I had suspects and a greater urge to bust the crook. Nobody ties me up and gets away with it.
To Be Continued...