January Writing 05

[fardell24]

Mysteries of Lawndale: Esteem of the Investigator
“Sorry, question and answer time is later.”

“I want to know what ‘realizing your actuality’ means.”

“It means... look, just let me get through this part, okay? Then there'll be a video!”

‘That’s annoying!’ Daria thought. She began writing that the teacher didn’t know what he was doing, but she was interrupted.

A girl seated behind her with chin-length hair, three piercings in her ears and wearing a paint splattered red jacket over a dark grey outfit leaned forward and said; “He doesn't know what it means. He's got the speech memorized. Just enjoy the nice man's soothing voice.”

Daria turned around. “How am I supposed to follow him if I don't know what he's talking about?”

“I can fill you in later. I've taken this course six times.”


Quinn approached a large house. “Here it is, 512 Grandstaff Drive.” She went up and rang the doorbell. The door was opened by a young boy with brown hair. “Hi!” he said.

“Hello, this is the Griffin’s right?”

“That’s right,” the boy answered.

“I’m Quinn. Is Sandi here?”

“I’m Sam. Sandi is in her room with Stacy and Tiffany. Up the stairs and in the room to the left.”

Quinn flounced in, quickly taking in how the Griffin’s living room appeared. (She didn’t notice as much as Daria would have, but there were times in Highland that she had noticed something that Daria had missed.


Stacy waited nervously for Quinn to arrive. “She’s late!” Sandi said, looking at the clock on her computer screen.

“She is probably taking her time trying to find the house,” Stacy said.

Sandi used her glare of disapproval on her.

“Eep!”

However then, there was a knock on the door. “Hello?” It was Quinn.
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“Come in, we’re, like, just about to start,” Sandi said.


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