This is my first Veronica Mars fanfic. I'm sorry the first part is so tiny, but it's just a taste of what's to come. Hope you guys like. Please comment, because that will determine whether or not I continue with this story. Thanks.
P.S. voiceovers are italicised.
I'm Christopher Mars, Neptune's newest resident. I'm staying with my grandpa, Keith Mars.
Christopher Mars makes his way to a building we are very familiar with. Mars Investigations is etched on the door.
Tragedy blows through your life like a tornado, uprooting everything. Creating chaos. You wait for the dust to settle and then you choose. You can live in the wreckage and pretend it's still the mansion you remember. Or you can crawl from the rubble and slowly rebuild.
How do you rebuild? You face the tornado head on and make it pay for what it took from you, at least that's what I plan on doing. They said it was suicide. That she didn't want to go on living. I know, sorry, knew my mother, and she wouldn't do something like that. She was murdered, I'm sure of it. Now the only thing left is to find out who did it.