Third Person: Jane peered through her spy glass, one eye wide as a dinner plate through the convex lens. Things were happening around her house that most certainly did not belong. It started with one of her last eggs disappearing practically right before her eye. Strange, she could have sworn it was there a minute ago!! But of course it was not, nor in the box she came to find as she doubled checked its container. That’s when it began; the assassination attempts, that is!! It went from there. A false diagnosis of diabetes and gluten allergy required Jane to leave the house just slightly more than she would have needed; both times resulting in the same fiery explosion that quite often posed a threat to her life. Even the dentist’s office wasn’t safe they found after a misdiagnosed toothache and cavity!! But they escaped that one, thanks to Jane’s excellent sleuthing skills. She knew it made hardly any sense given her record for near perfect hygiene!!
Why always explosions? Certainly, Jane deduced, it was part of the assassin’s motif! For her fifteenth birthday, about a half a year after the trouble started, Jane pleaded for a Junior Detective kit—a proper one was a bit far out of the budget, and she just wanted to try some of the stuff in the kit first. She dusted the whole house over, humming each time she found an out of place clue. She remembered her father chuckling from behind. They had their disagreements, sure, and she won’t deny having hammed it up a little, but the matters of mystery on hand were too much to let go.
It was almost six months after her birthday when the stove exploded, spraying pastries across the kitchen. Yesterday’s cake was smouldering on the floor now, too. Jane came out alright, but despite the potential danger, she rushed back to the oven to inspect it. Surely, she considered, there had to be something here to lead them to the dastardly culprit!! She searched high and low before, and for a single instant as she burst out the door thought perhaps she had seen the man who had done it, fleeing the scene of the crime. Alas, she was scooped up by her father only moments too soon, and whatever shadow she saw was now lost to the night.
Placed into her room, her father grounded her. Confused as she was, she insisted to understand why she was suddenly in trouble, explaining everything that had happened in the kitchen and pressing the issue. If there’s one thing Jane hates, it’s a mystery unsolved (or just any perplexing circumstance). Question after question, eventually she reached her conclusion, even if her father skirted around the problem quite a bit. It was because he worried about her, and grounding her was for her safety. Finally he left, and with a heaping sigh fell backwards on her bed.
Pulling her fedora over her face, she sighed a moment. A year had passed since this had begun, and still she was no closer to finding out who exactly wanted her offed. No doubt some enemy of Crocker Co. Soon she fell asleep, dreaming that she would suffer from food poisoning and become a god. Of course, in the morning she knew it was a very silly, very outrageous dream, but it was a strange and funny dream no less. As if, she thought, she would ever achieve god powers! Unsure of going downstairs, she peered out and called for her fathe. She was disheartened to find that her father was as serious about this permanent grounding as he was. Sometimes, it was rough to be so lucky to have a dad who cared so much.
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Jane peered through her spy glass, one eye wide as a dinner plate through the convex lens. Things were happening around her house that most certainly did not belong. It started with one of her last eggs disappearing practically right before her eye. Strange, she could have sworn it was there a minute ago!! But of course it was not, nor in the box she came to find as she doubled checked its container. That’s when it began; the assassination attempts, that is!! It went from there. A false diagnosis of diabetes and gluten allergy required Jane to leave the house just slightly more than she would have needed; both times resulting in the same fiery explosion that quite often posed a threat to her life. Even the dentist’s office wasn’t safe they found after a misdiagnosed toothache and cavity!! But they escaped that one, thanks to Jane’s excellent sleuthing skills. She knew it made hardly any sense given her record for near perfect hygiene!!
Why always explosions? Certainly, Jane deduced, it was part of the assassin’s motif! For her fifteenth birthday, about a half a year after the trouble started, Jane pleaded for a Junior Detective kit—a proper one was a bit far out of the budget, and she just wanted to try some of the stuff in the kit first. She dusted the whole house over, humming each time she found an out of place clue. She remembered her father chuckling from behind. They had their disagreements, sure, and she won’t deny having hammed it up a little, but the matters of mystery on hand were too much to let go.
It was almost six months after her birthday when the stove exploded, spraying pastries across the kitchen. Yesterday’s cake was smouldering on the floor now, too. Jane came out alright, but despite the potential danger, she rushed back to the oven to inspect it. Surely, she considered, there had to be something here to lead them to the dastardly culprit!! She searched high and low before, and for a single instant as she burst out the door thought perhaps she had seen the man who had done it, fleeing the scene of the crime. Alas, she was scooped up by her father only moments too soon, and whatever shadow she saw was now lost to the night.
Placed into her room, her father grounded her. Confused as she was, she insisted to understand why she was suddenly in trouble, explaining everything that had happened in the kitchen and pressing the issue. If there’s one thing Jane hates, it’s a mystery unsolved (or just any perplexing circumstance). Question after question, eventually she reached her conclusion, even if her father skirted around the problem quite a bit. It was because he worried about her, and grounding her was for her safety. Finally he left, and with a heaping sigh fell backwards on her bed.
Pulling her fedora over her face, she sighed a moment. A year had passed since this had begun, and still she was no closer to finding out who exactly wanted her offed. No doubt some enemy of Crocker Co. Soon she fell asleep, dreaming that she would suffer from food poisoning and become a god. Of course, in the morning she knew it was a very silly, very outrageous dream, but it was a strange and funny dream no less. As if, she thought, she would ever achieve god powers! Unsure of going downstairs, she peered out and called for her fathe. She was disheartened to find that her father was as serious about this permanent grounding as he was. Sometimes, it was rough to be so lucky to have a dad who cared so much.
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