The girls, Fred, Shaggy, Daphne and I were still in the cementery where it burned into flames. I separated from everybody. I wanted to solve this mystery as much as everyone wanted. Nobody had paid any attention of my leaving them. I did walk over to the spot where Kayla's grave was burned into ashes.
I looked aorund in the north, east, south, and west to see if I could pick up any new clues or evidence to this strange and scary mystery. This is about the interesting and scary mystery since the gang and I solved our very first mystery a long time ago. I also had this feeling everyone had split up to see where I was headed.
The gang and the girls split into groups. They hadn't found me quite yet. I thought I saw a shadow headed my way at the cementery and I already knew for sure it wasn't the gang. I had a description from Stacey about what a classmate of theirs in case she was involved in this fire that caused the fire to happen. The shadow disappeared and now I saw the face. It was the look of a female.
"What are you doing here? This isn't a cementery anymore," the teenager said to me.
When she said that, I could smell smoke under her breath. I couldn't stand that kind of smell.
"I am just trying to come up with clues that would solve this mystery. What is your name?" I asked.
"Is that any of your business, Velma?" she said in a tone of voice that told me to stay out of it.
"How did you know who I am?" I asked, a little surprised how this teenager learned my name.
"Well, to begin with, everybody knows who Mystery Inc. is," she answered.
Well, she was right. The gang and I had been famous for several years and gained lots of new fans since.
"Since you already know who my friends and I are, why don't you introduce yourself?" I asked her.
"My name is none of your business," she said as she took a couple of puffs from the cigarette she was holding.
I could barely breathe through all of the cigarette semll that kept coming my way. I coughed a few times, but it still didn't do me any good.
"I do have a question for you," I told her.
"Yeah, what's that?" she asked.
Before I could begin, I coughed a few more times. While my coughing continued, I turned around and found Fred, Daphne, and Dawn.
"What is going on here, Velma? We thought we heard coughing," Daphne said.
I blew the cigarette smell from my face, but it didn't do me any good. I finally spoke up.
I didn't answer Daphne's question. Ignoring her question, I asked my question instead.
"What my friends and I would like to know-"
I paused since the coughing returned.
"Know what?" she asked.
Fred took over my question since the coughing was still making me not to speak. I felt Daphne pat my back, telling me I would be okay. I knew that, but felt Daphne's reassurance.
Daphne continued to pat my back as Fred asked, "We haven't been able to find the suspect on who started this whole fire. Do you think you could give us a clue or hint who the suspect could be?"
The girl shook her head, refusing to answer his question.
"I'm still not telling," she said, refusing to answer his question.
"I'm still not telling," she said.
"Dawn, do you have any idea who this is?" Daphne asked.
"Yes, I do," Dawn answered.
Before Dawn could tell us who she was, Shaggy and the other girls joined us.
"Who?" I asked, still coughing a bit.
"Are you okay, Velma?" Shaggy asked, sounding worried and thinking I was coming down with something.
I continued to cough, so all I did was nod my head, telling Shaggy I was okay.
"Cokie Mason," Dawn told us.
Stacey and the other girls nodded in agreement. At least they already knew who the smoker was. Everyone didn't cough at all like I was. Shaggy took a turn to ask Cokie a question.
"Are you the one who burned this entire place to ashes? You really scared everyone by doing so," Shaggy said.
"I didn't do it," Cokie lied.
"You're lying, cokie. Tell us the truth," Mallory said.
Cokie shook her head a second time.
"I think we should call the cops," Fred replied.
"Good idea, Fred. This whole mystery is still scaring me," Shaggy said.
I did notice he looked like he was going to start shaking. Cokie still said nothing, but did watch Fred use my phone. He and Shaggy didn't have cell phones like Daphne and I do. It was all right with me, so I handed the cell phone to him.
"Thanks, Velma," he said.
The cigarette smell was getting stronger by the minute. The more Cokie smoked, the more my coughing got worse.
"Let's get you into the fresh air. Maybe that will do the trick," Kristy said as Daphne let go of me.
Kristy and I walked a few miles away. I still wanted to see what the sheriff was going to do.
"I still don't get why you would like like this, Cokie. You let this entire thing happen. Why would you want to burn all of the the graves?" Mary Anne asked.
She hadn't spoken a word since I separated frome veryone and ended up face–to–face with Cokie. Kristy was right – I did start to feel a little better, but the coughing part didn't stop.
"Should we send for an ambulance too?" Daphne asked.
"I'd think that's a good idea," Shaggy said.
I could see his worried look still didn't leave his face. After Fred called the sheriff, he sent for the ambulance.
"They're on their way," Fred announced, giving me the cell phone back.
I was able to speak, but the coughing was still serious.
"I'll be okay," I reassured my friends.
"Cokie, would you stop smoking? You could get lung cancer in upcoming years," Jessi told her.
Cokie didn't do what Jessi just told her.
"It's my body. Why are you telling me what to do?" Cokie asked Jessi.
"Smoking isn't the answer. Maybe Velma will get sick since she was breathing your cigarette smell," Shaggy told her.
"Is that what you want to happen to Velma?" Dawn asked.
Cokie still didn't answer.
The police and paramedics showed up at the same time. We watched as the paramedics carried a stretcher. I started to cough again. The aparmedics looked like they were either twins or cousins. I couldn't tell which was the better word. Both of them carried the stretcher.
"Is Velma going to be all right?" Mary Anne asked.
Just like everyone else, she was worried about me.
"She'll be all right," one of the paramedics answered.
"Whew," Mary Anne said.
Daphne decided to keep me company. The paramedics had finished carrying me to relax on the stretcher. The paramedics looked like they were in their early twenties. The one paramedic who said I was going to be all right, looked like he had done this job a few times enough to know what he was doing.
His nametag told us that it was Eddie. He had short red hair, but he looked like he lost some weight recently. He didn't have a wedding ring on his finger. He had beautiful eyes. They were light green. The other paramedic, whose name was Daniel, was also in his twenties, had light brown hair and gray eyes. The sheriff had handcuggs in his hands, had dark, dirty blonde hair with hazel eyes. He was older than Eddie and Daniel were.
We watched as the sheriff, whose last name was Brown, handcuffed Cokie, who continued to smoke, she lit her cigarette. Sheriff Brown opened the backseat and Cokie sat in the car, still not saying a word.
"Just wait till your mother hears about this," Mary Anne told her.
We watched Cokie stick her tongue out at us. Shaggy rode in the ambulance with me. We got the ambulance under fifteen minutes to the hospital. The paramedics carried my stretcher out of the vehicle and placed a wheelchair. I obeyed and sat down as Daniel pushed the chair away.