Five little rich idiots went out to dance;

One slipped and then there were four.

Four little rich idiots went out for a swim;

One didn't want to stop and then there were three.

Three little rich idiots went out to ski;

One thought it was too cold and then there were two.

Two little rich idiots went out to dine;

One drank a tad too much and then there was one.

One little rich idiot thought it knew everything;

Turns out it didn't, and then there were none.

Kristen Gregory set the letter down, staring at the miniature dolls placed on her table. Three were boys, and two were girls. Or well, there used to be three boys. Now there were only two. Behind the group, And Then There Were None by Agatha Christie was set. The letter she'd found had been folded on top of the book.

The blond seventeen-year-old tapped the newly folded letter against her chin, inspecting the dolls and trying to make sense of the weird manner.

"Well, we already looked around, Miss," the chief police officer, Chris Abeley, announced. He emerged from the steps, shaking his head. "There's nothing."

Kristen's breath caught in her throat. Frowning, she turned to look back at the dolls.

"When exactly did they appear?" Chris asked.

"Yesterday," Kristen replied. "I'd left to leave my aunt at the airport, and when I was back, there they were. I just… I don't know, I just felt too drowsy. I wanted to call the police, but the moment I reached my room I blinked and next think I know I'm waking up this morning. And when I came downstairs, there were only four. That's when I decided to open the letter."

"Well, Miss," Chris began, stepping closer to the girl. "There was nothing weird… you should try to check the attic, however. Find a way to open it without the key or something."

"I will," Kristen promised.

"There's just one thing, though," Chris said. He pointed to the letter in Kristen's hand. "The two first lines… five little rich idiots went out to dance? One slipped and then there were five?"

Kristen nodded expectantly.

"I read And Then There Were None. And I'm basing my theory all on the fact that the letter was on top of the book," Chris explained. "The book had a rhyme that was connected with the entire murder plot: Ten Little Soldier Boys. Each phrase hinted the death of one of the victims. There had also been ten soldier figurines laid out in the setting. Whenever someone was killed, one disappeared."

Kristen felt an uncomfortable feeling settle in the pit of her stomach.

"Last night, Kemp Hurley, a young high schooler, went out to dance with his friends. He supposedly slipped from the balcony, and didn't survive the fall," Chris explained.

Kristen's face paled.

"We're still looking into it, but I'm pretty sure there's more to that 'accident'. And if you ask me," Chris continued. He pointed at the dolls. "The rich kid's murder might be somewhat connected to this. If I were you, I'd keep in touch with the police."

Kristen nodded. "I see your point."

"Well, if you need anything, give me a call," Chris suggested. "I need to go now. For how long will your aunt be gone, by the way?"

"Two weeks," Kristen informed him.

"That's quite a long time," Chris said. "Maybe a friend of yours wouldn't bother to have you as a guest for the time being. Take care."

"Thank you," the green-eyed girl replied.

After the police officer left, Kristen instantly ran up to her room. After looking through her drawers, she finally found a manila folder. After searching through it, she finally found the page she was looking for and took it out.

Young Teen Found Dead In School's Closet.

Her eyes moved down to the highlighted paragraph.

With her group of friends –Kemp Hurley, Josh Hotz, Dylan Marvil, Cameron Fisher, and Massie Block –Gregory had sneaked into the school for 'a funny adventure', as Hurley put it.

Kristen lowered the paper, swallowing hard. An ugly feeling bubbled inside her.

Kemp Hurley was one of the suspects for her sister's murder.

For her? He was one of the killers.

First off, thanks for reading and hi :) Now on to the point: after much debate, I decided to fulfill one of my New Year's resolution a tad earlier and write my first story. And after watching several of my mom's favorite 80's mystery sitcoms, I decided to write one of my own. As you can obviously see, it is inspired from a book I read this year by Agatha Christie. Hope you enjoyed!