Hey! This is my first fic! OK, well this chapter is gonna be really short, just tell me if it's intresting enough to continue!

Chapter One: My Kick Ass Story

One warm summer afternoon I was walking past Sam's Delicatessen when out of nowhere I hear a scream. It doesn't sound like a female, a bit lower. I run that direction to discover a man weeping over something.

"Is anything the matter" I ask the man that appears to be about 21.

"My girlfriend…"

"What about your girlfriend?" I ask him trying to get a peak at the object he's blocking.

"She was murdered!" He wept as he moved away from the now decipherable corpse.

"Oh Gosh" I replied as the only thing that I could say. This sounds like a job for…Renee (pronounced REN-AY) Moore! World-renowned teen detctive! "I'll help find the killer" I offered

"What help would you be, wench" he spat

"Well excuse me, I guess you don't want help from Renee Moore!" I say.

"YOU are the great Renee Moore!"

"The one and only!" I say arrogantly

"Yea right" he says as he smirks "prove it"

"OK, you just ate at McDonalds, a Filet-o-Fish."

"How did you know?"

"Well first of all you have tartar sauce and a bit of bread on your chin. And second, I'm a miko/hanyou and can smell it on you"

"OK, OK, I get the point, will you help me?"

"Of course, with a small fee of $100 an hour." I say.

"$100!"

"Yep! I know who you are, you practically grow money on trees, Michael Johansen! If you want to find Rayna's killer you better pay up!"

"How'd you know who me and my girlfriend are ?" (an: Actually, you and your girlfriend are a were cuz she's dead…--')

"Remember, Michael, I am a world class detective"

"Whew, I think that's enough for one night" I say as I turn off my light…