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Hi guys! So, this is technically the first book in the Nancy Drew and Hardy Boys spinoff series of mine. I guess you could say that I just wrote the wrong book first. :)
NOTE: This book is dedicated to my best friend in the whole entire world, Allison, and my parents, who's kind words of encouragement and support put me into the position I am in now.
This chapter explains what I felt when reality struck. When I knew that I would never see my best friend again.
Enjoy!
Mrs. Frank Hardy
Nancy got into her car. Both of her best friends, the girl one's anyway, had moved. Bess had moved to New York, to pursue her life long dream to become a fashion designer. "just wait" she would tell them. "one day I'll be as famous a Gucci". George and Nancy respected her dreams, just as Bess and Nancy respected George' decision to move to Washington D.C to become a professional soccer player. She had promised to get then tickets to the Olympics when she played. Both Nancy and Bess had to stifle a laugh with that one. They both knew George well enough to tell that she didn't have her heart set on soccer, she would play multiple sports while she could.
They had all cried their eyes out the night before, at their going away sleepover. They escaped to Nancy's room to watch Pride and Prejudice and, one of Nancy's personal favorites, The Bourne Identity. Hannah had brought in sugar-y treats for them to snack on. Bess complained that she had to go on a diet to loose the five pounds she'd been trying to loose for years. That stopped George and Nancy's crying fit and started a laughing one.
After Bess gave up her diet Nancy has started letting the tears fall down her cheek, that was red from the salt absorbed in her pores. One by one they began crying again, they held onto each other, as if they were the only strand of hope left in life. They cried their selves to sleep.
Nancy sighed as she slipped the key into the ignition. They had barely kept the tears out of their conversation at the airport, but Nancy knew she may not last until she got home.
By the time she got to the door her eyes were misty and a hot tear rolled down her cheek. She walked into the hallway, and heard voices from the kitchen, she was able to tell that they were familiar voices, but in her state of despair, she couldn't identify them.
She made it to the couch before the tears really started to fall. She put her hands on her face and began to weep. She sat there for what felt like hours, before she felt someone's presents in front of her. Somebody put a comforting hand on her shoulder, then another person entirely put a hand on the small of her back. She didn't know who they were or why they were there – in her house. And, she didn't care.
"come here, sweetheart" Came the comforting voice from her father, coming from in front of her.
She flung herself at him, not even bothering to uncover her hands. She knew the waterproof mascara she had put on this morning had not survived this tear-fest.
She wrapped her arms around him as he held her close.
"I went through the same thing every two years" he told her.
"really?" she choked out.
"Grandpa was an Air Force officer" he told her.
"oh" she said before a new set of tears flooded into her father's shirt.
She had forgotten this part of her father's past.
Her father leaned over and whispered something into her ear, which made her stop crying and start blushing furiously. Her father let go of her as a new set of strong arms eloped her.
She forgot about who it was and began to cry –again. The pain of her two best friends leaving her was to much for her to handle. Then she remembered that those strong pair of arms surrounding her were not her own father's – they belonged to Frank Hardy.
"I feel silly" she admitted to him.
"why?" he asked, not loosing his steel grip on her.
"I'm suppose to be fearless"
"even you can't withstand that much loss" he told her.
"It's just when reality strikes"
"yeah" he agreed.
"But, this doesn't even happen when I think I'm about to die"
"that's because your adrenaline kicks in and your brain works overtime. Trust me" he said. "I've seen it"
A muffled laugh escaped her lips as she remembered every one of the dyer situations she'd been in with him.
"I'll be back" she told him, as she escaped his steel grip and sauntered upstairs.
She looked into the bathroom room and cringed at the sight of her reflection.
Her mascara was smeared everywhere and her foundation was a goner.
She washed her black face and reapplied her foundation and concealer.
She sauntered downstairs and gave Joe a hug, since everybody else got one already.
"so" she said sitting down on the couch and looking up to meet Frank's eyes. "What brings you two here?"
"well" he began. "Joe came to say goodbye to Bess"
"Joe" Nancy interrupted. "You do realize that she moved to New York, right?"
"no" he admitted.
"well now you do" she said. She turned to Frank and said, "Go on".
"and I came because Joe talked me into it."
Joe interrupted. "You know as well as I do that you wanted to come ask Nancy something. You also just wanted to see her"
Frank almost blushed, but years of self inflicted training kept him from doing so.
"anyway" he said. "we have a case"
"freelance?" Nancy asked him.
"well" he began. "if we get suspects, motive and a murderer, then maybe we'll get recommended to be on the federal case"
"federal?" Nancy asked. "who was murdered?"
"a senate" Joe told her.
"which senate?" she asked.
"O'Hara"
"I'm off to D.C" She declared.
Okay, so I'mma gonna change up the summary a bit.
Summary:
When the trio go to D.C they find that the case they originally came for has already solved. But, a new case has opened. Will they find the terrorist before he blows up the White House?
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BTW: I will add a twist to it also. You know I have to add one, or else it isn't a Mrs. Frank Hardy story. :)
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Until Thursday,
Mrs. Frank Hardy
