Chapter 1
Ten years later
A slender brunet bolted through the Roger home. She wore a clingy orange sweater, a red mini skirt, and a pair of black sneakers. Her outfit was much like the one her mother wore in high school. She was playing tag with her best friend, Scooby Doo.
As they ran through the skinny second-story hallway, they almost knocked over the girl's mother, Velma. She called after her running daughter, "Slow down, you two, before you break something! Diana, Aunt Daphne, Uncle Fred, and Charlotte will be here soon"
That news stopped Diana in her tracks, causing Scooby to crash into her. They skidded back five feet into Diana's father, Shaggy. "Diana!" he laughed "Slow down! And, Scooby! I'm ashamed of you!" The great dame cowered back, he couldn't remember what he could of done to upset his master. He perked up at what he said next; "You didn't tell me you guys were playing tag! Can I join? Today IS Di's birthday, and there is a lot to do. But who ever said I couldn't take a break?" "I did" Velma said. "We still have to decorate, wrap presents, bake the cake, and Fred and Daphne are going to be here in two hours!" Shaggy slouched, he wanted to play with his daughter and best friend. "And you," said Velma, turning towards her daughter, "Can change into you party dress." Diana sighed, "Ok, mom." and shuffled off to her room.
As she changed into her dress, a shimmery green knee-length dress that hugged the bodice and poofed out at the waist, and pondered on her ten years of life. She had always had a fascination with mysteries. As a child, her father told her stories of a team of high school ghost busters and all the mysteries they solved. But when she was seven, her mother overheard the stories and ended them. Diana never could watch the news, watch a crime show, or read a mystery novel. Diana knew that her cousin Charlotte, her petite blond second best friend and neighbor, grew up in the dark, too. The other thing Di also wondered about was what her parents did for a living. She knew that her parents loved her very much, but she wanted to learn more about their lives. When ever they went shopping or out to an all-you-can eat buffet, she heard the crowds point at her family and whisper about 'Mystery Inc.' Diana wished that her parents would tell her what Mystery Inc. was and how they were involved. "Diana!" called her mother, "Charlotte's here!" Her train of thoughts broken, she raced downstairs to greet her cousin.