The Royal Food TesterEveryone watched as I cut a little piece from the delicious looking steak on the gold plate in front of me. I inspected it carefully with my eyes. Then, I sniffed it, taking in the aroma of the meat. Finally, I nervously put it into my mouth to taste it. I felt the juices of the steak pour into my mouth as I chewed it throroughly.
Swallowing the piece of steak, I then picked up the glass of red wine in front of me. Brining it under my nose, I sniffed it, taking in the scent. Then, reluctantly, I took a sip, and thoroughly washed my mouth with it. Satisfied with the wine, I swallowed it.
I nodded at the man standing next to me. Nodding back at me, he picked up the glass of wine and the plate of steak. Then, he walked over to the smiling king, and placed the glass and the plate in front of him.
The king dug into his meal. Next to the king was the king's advisor, who said to me, "Thank you, you may return to your room now. We will send someone for you when it is time for dessert."
After-School Detectives - 10th and 11th CasesKatie's First Case
It was the beginning of a new school year; the eighth grade for me. On the Monday of the second week of school, Sheryl Holmes declared, "We need new members!"
She wasn't wrong. After all, there was only the three of us in the After-School Detectives.
Strangely (well, not really, considering what happened over summer vacation), the last member of our small club, Samantha, hadn't shown up yet.
"Let's wait for Sam-"
As soon as I began to utter her name, Samantha popped into the room.
"Sorry I'm late...," she said, devoid of her usual bubbly energy. Instead, it was replaced with an awkwardness as soon as she noticed me. And as it had been for the whole week, she avoided eye contact with me.
What was going on between Samantha and I? Well, it all started when Sheryl's older brother, Mike, took the three of us to the beach, along with his girlfriend, three weeks ago during summer vacation.
We went through the usual. Got to the beach, changed into o
After-School Detectives - Rogue DetectiveIt was beginning of May, and the whole school was gripped with terror.
I sat in the classroom with the rest of my fellow students, while our teacher taught. It seemed like a normal classroom, but the tense atmosphere indicated otherwise. At least half of the students in the classroom were miserable, and the teacher hadn't given out so much as an assignment for the past few months now, in fear of the repercussions.
It all started near the end of February, with a bang coming out of Francine's locker. The bang was followed by a gooey substance, which splattered all over the untouchable queen been of our school. She had been pranked. Her group turned on her, and she was no longer part of the "popular" group.
Strange as that was, even stranger was that no one stepped up to fill the power vacuum. Instead, the group fell quiet.
Then, in March, one of the History teachers, Ms. Rouge, was revealed to have failed a History class in high school. Her students wouldn't let her live it down, and aft
After-School Detectives - ScarletIt was the middle of February and I was freezing cold. I was walking to school when Samantha called out to me from behind. In a playful tone, she said, "Hey Watson."
I sighed and said, "It's James."
She caught up to me and smiled, "Well, I want to call you Holmes, but Sheryl wouldn't like that."
I didn't now if that was a compliment or not.
Before I could respond, Sheryl showed up as well, walking up to us woozily. In a flat, tired tone, she greeted us, "Hi guys."
Samantha, concerned, asked, "Sheryl! What's wrong?"
In the same flat, tired tone, she said "It's Holm-" before coughing.
"Sheryl, are you okay?" Samantha asked again.
Sheryl recovered and, in a tired voice, she said, "I'm fine."
Samantha and I tried to convince Sheryl to go home, but she wouldn't listen, "No! I have to be there, in case there is a new case!"
I sighed, "Look Sheryl, you're obviously sick. Don't worry about the club, Samantha and I will take care of it."
Sheryl's eyes brightened a little, "You will?"
After-School Detectives - Birthday PresentIt was a few days after the winter holidays, and we, the After-School Detectives, were back in the clubroom again. I looked over at the nine or ten case files that we had accumulated on the shelves over the past year, and wondered what cases the new year was going to bring us.
The three of us were doing our own things when Brett, our classmate, burst in all the sudden, "Guys! You have to help me!"
Sheryl stood up excitedly and declared with a thumbs-up, "Don't worry, Brett, the After-School Detectives are on it!"
"Thank you, Sheryl!"
"Holmes..., call me Holmes."
I put down the book that I was reading, "So, what's up, Brett?"
"Virginia's birthday is coming up, and I need to get her a birthday present!"
"Oh!" Samantha perked up, "You're that Brett and Virginia!"
Samantha was, of course, referring to the After-School Detective's second case, where we brought the couple together. This was a relief, since that meant we weren't going to be caught in the same situation as the one with Frankli
After-School Detectives - Costumes"What are you going as?" Sheryl asked me one morning before homeroom started. She was, of course, referring to the fun little policy that we had at our school here, where, as long as it wasn't anything too extravagant, we were allowed to come to school dressed up in costumes on Halloween.
I turned around to face her, since she sat behind me, and replied, "I'm probably not going to dress up."
Sheryl pouted, "C'mon! We're the After-School Detectives, at least come as a detective!" Then, with a sparkle in her eye, "Why don't you come as Watson? I'll be coming as-"
"Sherlock Holmes, I know. And no, I'm not coming in as your sidekick."
Sheryl pouted and tossed a piece of candy into her mouth.
As Sheryl was beginning to argue with me again, Ms. Grey, our homeroom teacher, walked in. She smiled and greeted the class before launching into the morning announcements, "As you all know, Halloween is a couple of days away, and I know that some of you were excited about being able to come to school
After-School Detectives - Candy Surprise"Hey Watson!" yelled a voice from behind me.
I sighed and said, "It's James, Samantha."
Samantha caught up to me and gave me her usual bubbly smile.
I sighed again. I guess it was too good to last. A few days ago, she was, of course, acting all prim and proper in front of her crush, Matthew, and so she refrained from calling me by that hated nickname of mine. But now that we had finished up with Matthew's case (and he wasn't around to make her nervous), I guess things were back to normal. Oh well, at least she was using it affectionately. I think.
"Wasn't Matthew's performance simply fantastic?" Samantha said, still remember when her crush performed in Mr. Brown's class only a few hours ago.
"It was alright," I said.
We walked to the After-School Detectives clubroom and I opened the door. Sheryl Holmes was already there, with a bowl of candy in the middle of the table.
She picked up the bowl and held it out for us, "Candy?"
"No thanks," I said, taking a seat.
"Sure!" Samantha eagerly g
After-School Detectives - Vivaldi's RosinSheryl and I were sitting in our newly acquired clubroom, waiting for someone to walk in with a new case for us. Outside was a sign that proudly said 'After-School Detectives', made by an equally proud Sheryl Holmes.
It was a small clubroom. There was a table in the middle, which was surrounded by four chairs, and an empty shelf. We should probably fill up the shelf one day, but today, we were just sitting in the clubroom, waiting.
I was sitting on one of the chairs, trying to read a book. However, I couldn't concentrate at all because right across from me was Sheryl playing on her recorder.
Or, at least, she was trying to. Every few notes that she played was followed by a mistake.
It went on like this for fifteen minutes or so before I set my book down and asked her, "What are you doing?"
"Playing the recorder, of course."
"Because, that's why."
Sheryl continued trying to play whatever song she was trying to play. I looked at her, trying to figure out what was going on. It