So I'm finally doing this. Well, okay then. Hello.
This is my first fanfiction, so here's hoping all goes well. My penname is DramaQueen69981, but you can call me that, or Catty, Catherine, Catie, Cat, Kate, or anything along those lines, but I usually go by Kate, Cat or Catty. You can take your pick; I don't particularly care as long as you don't call me Cathy. I might just shoot you with my ever present Nerf gun if you do that. (I'm not kidding.)
Title- Caught On Camera
Summary- One of Kate's friends in the circus almost never turned her video camera off. One day some
of the tapes show up on Mr. Benedict's doorstep, so Kate starts watching them, and soon she isn't the only one. (Okay, don't judge. I just really suck at summaries. The story is much better. Kind of. Maybe. I hope.)
Disclaimer- I don't own The Mysterious Benedict Society. If I did, I'd probably be rich, and then I wouldn't waste my time on Fanfiction or half of the other crap that I do.
So, here we go I guess. Enjoy. Or not. I don't really care. I don't think this is very good, I figure, hey, I posted it. If you like it, cool, but if not whatever. I'm 13. It's not like I'm getting paid for this.
Oh and P.S., Kate is 14, Reynie and Sticky are 13, and Constance is 5.
Prologue
"Hmm, 236 Stonebridge Avenue. Here we are." Muttered a tired Thomas Speal, looking up at the huge mansion in front him, as he turned off the engine of the company truck. It was late in the day, and this was one of his last stops before he got to go home to his pregnant wife. He got out of the truck with a package under his arm. Seeing a guard at the gate he shook his head. "Paranoid rich people" he muttered under his breath. "Always think that they need someone to protect them and their dang money." He, like most other people in the city of Stonetown had no idea of the true reason that this house, or more precisely the occupants of the house, had guards posted at every exit.
As he walked up to the gate, the guard looked at him with a bored look on his blotchy face, saw the package under his arm and the truck labeled UPS , and silently opened the gate, waving him through. Thomas walked up to the door, admiring the slightly Victorian beauty of the house (though noting that it could defiantly use some repairs), and set the somewhat heavy box on the doorstep. From somewhere in the house he heard laughter and muted voices talking somewhere far above him in the old house. He took another quick look at the package. Guessing what was in boxes was one of his favorite pass times while working, even though it got somewhat annoying guessing, but never being able to find out what actually was inside the boxes. The box was somewhat heavy, and there seemed to be several objects sliding around inside the box while he was driving. Books maybe?
Thomas quickly knocked on the door, as he felt the eyes of the guard on his back, and he got the feeling that it was a bad idea to linger any longer. He hurried back out the gate and quickly got into his truck. As he turned it on and started driving away, he happened to look in the rearview mirror to see a woman with dark skin bending over to pick up the package. She took it under her arm much like he had done only minutes before, exchanged a few words with the guard, then went back inside of the house. Thomas soon forgot all about the house, and went on finishing his deliveries as quickly as possible before stopping at the florist to buy a bouquet of roses to give to his wife, then hurrying home to finish his day.
After Rhonda closed the door, she paused for a moment in the entryway to see who the package was for. She was mildly surprised to that it wasn't addressed to one of the adults living in the house, but quickly shook it off to go search for the recipient of the package. Glancing down, Rhonda read the label again.
To: Kate Wetherall
236 Stonebridge Avenue
Stonetown, Massachusetts
02360
From: Fae Greensburg and Mercy Kaidenston
Grand Marquee Traveling Circus
Not Quite Sure What Else to Put Here Cause We're Always Traveling So Deal With It
Rhonda let out a soft laugh at the return address, but reasoned that it was a perfectly logical thing to write if you didn't have a set address, which led her to wonder what it would be like to live on the road. She shook the thought out of her head for, but resolved to ask Kate about it sometime. Rhonda continued to look for the children, knowing that they would most likely together be in one of their bedrooms. After checking both Reynie and Constance's rooms, and ruling out the option of them being at the Washington house, she Rhonda started to decend the stairs into the basement, musing about how they would naturally be in the room that she checked decided to check last.
Reaching the end of the hallway where Kate's room was, Rhonda raised her hand to knock on the door, but paused briefly to listen to the children laughing. She shook her head smiling as she took in the blissful sound of the children's happiness.
"Don't just stand there and gawk, if you want to come in then knock!" Rhonda heard coming from inside the room from a certain perpetually crabby five year old. Rhonda laughed at herself quietly for forgetting that Constance would have known that she was lingering outside the door.
"Come in Rhonda." called Kate. Rhonda opened the door slightly embarrassed at getting caught lurking outside. She looked around to see all four children lounging on the floor, looking up at her.
"Kate, there's a package for you."
So, tell me what you think. Was it as awful as I think it is? Worse? (Probably)
Well, I have no clue when I'm going to be able to update, because I take all kinds of classes and lessons due to my parents expecting me to be perfect. So, I'll write when I get time to, whether that be tomorrow, next week, month, year, decade, or whenever I feel like blowing something off. Like school, who says that it's necessary anyway?
So please review, but take note that if you flame, I won't give a flying fladoodle unless it is grammatically correct, with decent spelling.
Word Count
Without Author's Notes-783 words
With Author's Notes-1,192 words (Proving that I talk entirely too much.)
And if you notice any spelling or grammar errors, please tell me, and I will attempt to fix them, if I can figure out how to.
So, it you made it this far, thank you my dear readers.
Until next time, Kate out. I love you all.