A/N: Okay. I wanted to write a mystery story to see how it would turn out. Please let me know how you like it.
Hi. My name is Casey Neil. My mom, Rebecca Neil, is a part time policewoman at the local police station. My dad, well, I don't like to talk about him. It always upsets mother. Why my father would do such a thing, I will never know.
Um, anyways, ever since my mom became a police officer, I've found myself ending up in mysteries. I remember a time when my mother and I first moved here, in Melbourne, Florida, mother had to get a job that she found most interesting. She chose to be a police officer.
Afterwards, I met my two best friends, Amanda, and her brother, Jason. My life has never been the same since then:
I walked over to the hill that was just a few feet from my new home, well, if you could call it a home. I felt awful we had just moved from the city, Orlando, leaving all my friends, and only to come to some farmland. My friends in Orlando were plenty upset all right when I had informed them I had to move away. They kept blaming me for it. And I cannot blame them for blaming me.
Back in Orlando, I had a terrible school. My teachers were, well, evil. My principal was the scariest thing that I ever saw! The students, well, they were just a bunch of rich snobs. I wonder why I even hung out with them.
Anyways, as I poked through the leaves atop of the bushy hill, I spotted a manor. I silently crept over the hill, just in case.
I knocked on the door, and a middle-aged woman came to the door, "May I help you?" she asked kindly.
"Hi, my name is Casey Neil. My mother and I just moved in across the street." I explained.
"Why! I didn't know the old Nickersons were actually going to sell that house! Please, come on in. My name is Mrs. Tailor, by the way." Mrs. Tailor smiled at me.
"Do you mind if I call my mother? She should be back from the police station soon." I smiled.
"Did you get something stolen from you?" Mrs. Tailor asked with horror. "I always knew that there were burglars around here. Why, just ask Amanda and Jason!"
"No!" I exclaimed. "We never had anything stolen. My mom works on the police force." I explained.
"Oh! Thank heavens!" Mrs. Tailor smiled thankfully. "The phone is just around that corner." Mrs. Tailor pointed to a purple corner to the family's kitchen.
"Who is Jason and Amanda?" I inquired, walking towards the corner.
"They're the twins that I watch after." Mrs. Tailor smiled. "I will bring them down after you call your mother."
"Okay, thankyou." I smiled at the kind old lady.
I quickly made the phone call to my mother, and walked back out to the hallway. There were two teenagers about my age standing there, talking to Mrs. Tailor.
"Twins," Mrs. Tailor said, "this is Casey, our new neighbor from across the street."
"Hi." I smiled.
"Hi, my name is Amanda. And that dope over there picking his nose is my twin brother, Jason." A slim blonde smiled.
"It's nice to meet you both." I smiled.
"Please, don't listen to my sister. She just likes to embarrass me." Jason smiled.
"It's all right." I smiled back at the sandy blonde haired boy.
I looked at my watch, "Oh no." I said.
"What?" Amanda inquired.
"I promised mother that I'd be home by dinner time, and it's five minutes till." I explained.
"Why don't you just eat over here?" Jason asked, "It's all right with us."
"Thankyou, Jason. But I really mustn't intrude." I said, halfway out the door. "Goodbye!"
"Goodbye." Jason and Amanda said in unison.
I raced home for dinner. At 5:59, I was home. Just in time for dinner.
"Hi mother." I smiled at my vigorously baking mother.
"Hi sweetie." My mom smiled.
"What's for dinner?" I asked.
"Chicken and mashed potatoes." Mother smiled.
"Yummy! My favorite!" I smiled back.
"So, where were you hanging out at again?" Mother inquired.
"At our neighbors. Just to say hi, and to get to know 'em."
"I really hope you didn't intrude. Last time you did that in Orlando, our neighbors were so upset that they were about to call the police." Mother worried.
"Not with these people." I said. "These people are nice."
"I sure do hope so. And I even hope more that you don't get involved with some mystery again, like last year." Mother teased.
"Don't worry mom. I mean, what are the chances that I'll find a mystery to solve in these parts?" I asked. Even though, in the pit of my stomach, I wanted and adventure as much as I had wanted the Trixie Belden mystery series when I was little.
" Well, I guess that you're right. Just stay safe. Now, I have to go take the night shift." Mother finished eating her chicken and last bite of mashed potatoes.
"I love you." I said.
"Love you." Mother walked out to the car.
A/N: I hope you enjoyed the first chapter. Let me know if I should continue.