Phoenix: Hello my readers! This story is about The Westing Game, which is completely AMAZING!
Alice: Didn't you use this as an assignment for school.
Phoenix: *Innocently* Maybe.
Alice: *Rolls eyes* That's what I thought.
Phoenix: Anyways, this is basically Chapter 31 of the Real book. Ok? Ok! Enjoy!
A Simple Game of Chess Chapter 1
T.R. Wexler stared intently at her opponent, 13 year old Alice Deere. The child had yet to beat her, and she wasn't planning on ending her winning streak now.
"It's your turn, Ms. Alice. Or do you give in?" T.R. said.
Alice smirked. "Not a chance." She said cockily. "Today, you're winning streak ends. I can just see it. Earlier, I was only a student, but now, I know all of your tricks.
T.R. secretly grinned, hiding it with a cough. "Just go. You're mother's going to be here to pick you up in less than an hour!" Alice's smirk disappeared as she concentrated on the board. Finally, she made her move. T.R. Wexler knew it was now or never.
"I'll move my queen." She stated.
"HA! Aunt Wexler, you're getting careless!" Alice said gleefully before taking her aunt's queen. "I know that I'll win for sure this time."
"Oh? Really?" Tabitha Ruth asked.
Alice's grin disappeared as she studied the board for a moment. She paled when she realized what her favorite aunt meant.
"Checkmate." T.R. calmly announced. Alice groaned while T.R. Wexler started to stand.
"I thought that I had that for sure! What do you call that one Auntie Wexler?" she questioned, pointing to the queen.
"Why, that's the Westing Trap."
"The Westing Trap? Who taught you all of those moves anyway? I mean, you have to be cheating, but how?"
T.R. grinned and remembered when she was Alice's age, and compared the two. The similarities were almost startling. Alice almost always had her brown hair in a braid that trailed down her back, and, even though her parents hadn't told her about it, she always kicked people in the shin like Turtle Wexler used to do. But one of the most striking characteristic that they both had was their stubbornness and curiosity.
"First of all, Alice, I'm not cheating. Just experienced. Secondly, yes, the Westing Trap. Finally, Samuel W. Westing was the one who taught me everything I know about chess. He was a real professional." She explained. T.R. waited a couple seconds before…
"Who's that?" asked Alice.
"It's a long story… I suppose I could tell you." She paused for dramatic affect. "But I'm not going to." Alice Deere frowned and opened her mouth to object, but before she could, her aunt cut her off. "One moment please."
She left and came back with an old notebook, its pages filled with elegant cursive. "This is an exact recollection of what happened, complete with the thoughts of the others. But first, I have to know… do you dare to play the Westing game?" T.R. Wexler asked.
Alice looked confused, but nodded, albeit a little fearfully. Tabitha Ruth Wexler grinned, cleared her throat, and started to read…
"The sun sets in the west (just about everyone knows that), but Sunset Towers Faced East…"
Phoenix: Well, that's it! If I get enough reviews, I might continue this, but I'm not sure.
T.R. Wexler: For those of you that don't get the hint, that means please review!
Phoenix: Yep. Well, Tata for now folks!