"Ah," Cynthia thought as she raised her legs high off the desk. "Now, this is the life. How funny it is, that only a year from today I was just a simple thirteen-year-old-schoolgirl..." slowly, her thoughts trailed off. She rose her back from her desk, and sorted through a few papers.
Okay, maybe she was still a simple schoolgirl, maybe she did still have the same friends and just maybe she squealed over the boys in magazines and was interested in the latest gossip, but, hey, that wasn't the point! She was into mysteries - and she'd gave herself the title of "Ameature Detective" after she'd solved the mystery of the Great Marlborough House.
And this is the story of how she did it.