My friend wrote a story about when the Camp Rock characters were younger and they trashed Wal-Mart. So she insisted that I do a story when they are kids too. So please enjoy.
My Name is Nate Riverton and I'm 9 years of age. I live in Winchesville, New Mexico (fake). My mom is a piano teacher and my dad is the police chief of the town. The police in Winchesville have never failed a case, and I'm they're secret weapon.
No adult would believe my father if he told them that I was the mastermind, solving each case. So that's why we kept the secret, only my mother, father, sister, and brother know.
The secret is that I can memorize anything and I have a mental camera in my head. Like I could take picture with my memory and I'm like an encyclopedia and I have a mind of a scientist. Plus I'm a detective. I solve cases for any child in the city.
"Nate? Nathaniel?" I heard my mother calling.
"Coming mom," I responded. I ran to the kitchen/dining room and saw my parents sitting there eating their dinner.
"Take a seat son. Your food's about to turn stale," my dad reminded me.
"Sure," I replied slowly eating my pasta.
I then noticed another plate of pasta next to me. "Is Nick here?" Nick is my 11 year old brother.
"No, he's out with Selena," my mom told me
"Nice girl," my dad muttered talking about Nick's best friend.
"What about Vanessa? Is she here?" I said referring to my 13 year old sister.
"No, she's out with Zac," my mom stated.
"Hate that boy," I heard my dad growl.
"Dad, Zac's cool," I said defending my sister's boyfriend.
Then my dad mumbled something under his breath.
Then the back door opened and a girl with straight hair and hazel eyes bounced in. "Hello Riverton home."
My parents smiled. They always liked her.
"Caitlyn!" I greeted her.
"Hello Curly," she teased. She sat down next to me. "My parents are out with all of my siblings. I didn't want to go though."
I shuddered at the thought. The whole Gellar family out. She lived in a family with 2 parents, 2 sisters, 3 brothers, 2 dogs, 1 cat, 1 hamster, 2 guinea pigs, and 4 fish.
"Mom and dad wanted to go eat out. So Paige (age 11) and Gwen (age 13) wanted to go to Panda Express. Seth and Ian (twins, age 5) wanted In-N-Out. But Austin (age 15) wanted to go to some place called Elephant Bar. But me, being the good girl told my parents I didn't want to go so they didn't have as much of a hard time. So I told them they should just go to that one diner near the thrift store," my best friend explained.
My dad chuckled. "Tell you mother and father we say hi when you go back."
Caitlyn smiled. "I will, Richard." Then she started to eat the pasta. "Good pasta as always."
My mom beamed. I could tell my dad was anxious to tell us about his latest case. He waited until we paid attention.
"Okay, today there was a robbery at that one thrift store just as Caitlyn said. The manager, Mr. Rodowsky was out of town so he gave the keys to the store to one of his loyal workers', Mr. Pike. So we interviewed Mr. Pike and he told us his story. When the thief came to the store, there were no customers. Mr. Pike's back was facing the thief. Then the robber told him to stay like that while he took the money. Then the thief took the cash and put it into a bag and ran out of the store," my dad explained.
"Who does Mr. Pike suspect as the criminal?" Caitlyn asked. Caitlyn was my co-detective and she was the other person to know that I was the secret weapon to the police.
"Mr. Pike claims that the robber was that one masked man in a black ski mask that had robbed other stores across the state. So far, we think he's the criminal," my dad told us.
I was quiet and picked at my food. "I think otherwise."
My dad raised his right eyebrow. "How so?"
"Well, I think Mr. Pike is the thief," I said slowly.
"I second that," Caitlyn piped in. "Well, how did Mr. Pike know that the masked dude put the money in a bag? His back was facing the robber."
"How did Mr. Pike know that it was the masked man that robbed the money from the store? He couldn't see his face," I included.
I saw my mom smile. "Case closed?"
My dad got a notebook and a pencil from his pocket and wrote down what Caitlyn and I told him.
Caitlyn and I smiled and did our complicated handshake. "Case closed."
And that's when we started our own detective business.
If any of you read the Encyclopedia Brown series, a kids series, you know where I got the idea. Please review, it doesn't matter even if you write something short.