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The Stolen Necklace
Trixie Belden vigorously pulled a brush through her sandy curls. Her mother told her she had to look extra presentable tonight, because they had a very special guest. Mrs. Belden also left out the little detail of who the special guest was. The mystery was killing Trixie, even though it was insignificant to some, it mattered to her. You see, Trixie was born to be a detective. She saw little clues and details that escaped the normal eye, and usually ended up solving mysteries for the police. All this at the age of fourteen! She and her best friend, Honey Wheeler, planned to open their own detective agency one day.
When Trixie first met Honey, the new neighbor seemed frail and shy. But Trixie's hearty lifestyle rubbed off on Honey, and now they were the best of friends. A pound on the door woke Trixie from her reverie.
"Trixie! Hurry up! Mum said they're going to be here in five minutes!" Mart yelled. He was eleven months older than Trixie, and people often mistook them for twins. They both had their mother's fair complexion and snapping blue eyes. Both their heads were topped in a curly mass of sandy blonde hair. Well, Mart's would be curly, if he hadn't wear it in a goofy looking crew cut. Another difference was that Mart was several inches taller, and did much better in school. He was constantly using big words to bug Trixie.
But despite all their bickering, they were always there for each other. Trixie reflected on those thoughts as she slipped into a floral daydress. She loathed wearing anything but dungarees, but Mrs. Belden insisted she look nice for their "special guest." Trixie heard the door open and close downstairs, and a flurry of greetings. She knew the guest was here. (somebody else can write from here)
Trixie Belden vigorously pulled a brush through her sandy curls. Her mother told her she had to look extra presentable tonight, because they had a very special guest. Mrs. Belden also left out the little detail of who the special guest was. The mystery was killing Trixie, even though it was insignificant to some, it mattered to her. You see, Trixie was born to be a detective. She saw little clues and details that escaped the normal eye, and usually ended up solving mysteries for the police. All this at the age of fourteen! She and her best friend, Honey Wheeler, planned to open their own detective agency one day.
When Trixie first met Honey, the new neighbor seemed frail and shy. But Trixie's hearty lifestyle rubbed off on Honey, and now they were the best of friends. A pound on the door woke Trixie from her reverie.
"Trixie! Hurry up! Mum said they're going to be here in five minutes!" Mart yelled. He was eleven months older than Trixie, and people often mistook them for twins. They both had their mother's fair complexion and snapping blue eyes. Both their heads were topped in a curly mass of sandy blonde hair. Well, Mart's would be curly, if he hadn't wear it in a goofy looking crew cut. Another difference was that Mart was several inches taller, and did much better in school. He was constantly using big words to bug Trixie.
But despite all their bickering, they were always there for each other. Trixie reflected on those thoughts as she slipped into a floral daydress. She loathed wearing anything but dungarees, but Mrs. Belden insisted she look nice for their "special guest." Trixie heard the door open and close downstairs, and a flurry of greetings. She knew the guest was here. (somebody else can write from here)
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