By H A R I N I
“Get the Cat!!” screamed Tori. “I Got Her!” exclaimed Victoria! We finally got the cat! In case you’re wondering, the cat belongs to our nice neighbor Mary Hopkins. She is currently 83 years old, lives alone and has a cat named Sandy. And this is how I got Sandy in the first place.
“Annabel! Annabel! Wake up sleepy head!” “I’m already up mom!” Hi! My name is Annabel. Anna for short. I am 12 years old and I live in New Jersey. Me and my two friends are always here to solve any crisis. And by any crisis, I mean a major pet crisis. We run a business called Pet Seedling. We get calls 24/7. So, me and my girls have a busy job. So, I finish breakfast, grab my phone, call my friends, Tori and Victoria. I call (123) -***-7890. And I tell them to meet me at the old park. I get there 20 minutes after, and find my friends. I tell them that our neighbor Mary Hopkins wants to “babysit” her cat Sandy. And they agreed. We went to Miss. Hopkins’s house and she tells us where the food is and the belongings for Sandy.
We told Miss. Hopkins to have a good vacation and that we will take good care of Sandy when Miss. Hopkins warns us not to go in the shed in the backyard. We all tell Miss. Hopkins good-bye. And we turn to find Sandy in the back shed! We hurried into the shed, careful not to knock anything over, when SMASH! The beautiful glass vase fell and smashed into pieces. We all stood still when Tori said, “Hey look, I see a book!” I pick the book and saw that it belonged to Gina M. Westley. I look at the front cover and saw that it was a diary. March 3, 1709. It said, I hid the treasure under the old oak tree. I hid the key, safe under the willow tree at…. “I can’t read the rest. It’s too blurry!” Well, at least we know that the key is under the willow tree!
Me and my friends quickly grabbed the cat and ran outside with the diary. I took my phone and browsed the internet for Gina M. Westley and got that she was a pianist, but she suddenly went missing on March 6, 1709. And it said that one farmer who had been close friends with her said that she was getting threats about a treasure, but she never gave in, so one day she…... “Really!” screamed Victoria, she said that she couldn’t read anything because the phone had no Wi-Fi. I said that we had to find the treasure when Tori said “Hey, I bet I know where that key is hidden!”
We followed her to the Westley Park when I said “Guys! Don’t you get it? Westley Park, Gina M. Westley. This park was probably named after her because she was the famous pianist!” Tori led us behind an old staircase and Tori told us that we could sit down. Victoria asked, “Who built this place?” “I did” said Tori. This is my secret place. “When did you build this?” asked Victoria. “That’s not important. A few months ago, I found a key.
I tried to return it to lost and found, but it always seemed to come back to me so I kept it here. I wonder if this is the key that Gina was talking about.” Said Tori. Can we look at the key? She handed it to me and I saw a symbol £. Hey guys look, it has a symbol £ on it! I gave it to Victoria and she said that she saw the symbol somewhere. We followed her to the back and saw a tall old tree. “It’s an oak tree,” said Victoria. The book might be hidden under here. “Well, let’s start digging!” said Victoria. “You mean, let’s start looking!” I replied. “I can’t find anything! said Tori. Maybe it’s not here.” I looked at another tree. Hey, is that an oak tree? “Yep!’ said Victoria. Well then, let’s start looking there! “Hey, I found something!” It looks like a little shelf I exclaimed. “Well, do you see anything!” said Tori. “Yep!” I see a chest! Well then, help me pull it out! PULLLL! “YES! WE GOT IT OUT!” said Tori. Let’s see what’s inside!
Yes!! It’s… It’s a… bunch of cowrie shells…. Yay? “Nooooooo!” screamed Tori. “Well, it makes sense. Back in the olden days, cowrie shells were used as a form of payment, but now, it just means that it’s a bunch of cowrie shells. We could probably give them to the museum and get some money.” I said. “Well, ok!” said Tori. The next day, me and my friends went to the museum and donated the cowrie shells and when they asked us how we got it, we said that we had accidentally stumbled upon it. When Mary Hopkins came back from her vacation, she gave us $120.00 for taking care of Sandy. And we all went home. I for one, started a diary, and began writing what I did each day. I hope that someday, someone, will stumble upon my diary.
