Addie woke up to a gloomy sky on the biggest day of her life! A college dance instructor was coming all the way from The University of the Arts in Pennsylvania to California where she lived, just to see her dance.
This would determine her whole life. She picked up her phone and called Eliza, her best friend. When she didn’t answer, Addie knew she must have been sleeping.
Addie sighed. Her list on the door reminded her of the grocery shopping she had to do. Her mom used to do all the shopping, that is when she was alive. Her dad always had work meetings and never went shopping. Addie always spent the day at Eliza’s, and it was almost as if Eliza’s mom was her mom too.
Snap out of it, she thought to herself. You hate thinking about how lonely you are.
She changed into her bright red crop top and jean shorts, put on a raincoat that covered up her newly cut chestnut colored hair, and drove to Eliza’s house.
“It’s so early. Why did you have to wake me up?” Eliza groaned.
“Get up, you lazy head. We have to go to auditions,” Addie whispered in her ear to not wake up her brother, Tyler.
“Auditions?” Eliza popped her head up from under the covers. You could see her blue ring to match her hair. She hopped out of bed and threw clothes on. Grabbing her phone, she ran out the door, leaving Addie in the dust.
“I’ll never understand her,” Addie said, yawning midway.
“C’mon, slowpoke,” Eliza yelled from the passenger seat. “We’re gonna be late!”
“You were the one I had to wake up! We also don’t have to be there for another 15 minutes, and we are going to Starbucks,” Addie remarked.
“You know Ms. Ivey hates when we’re late.”
“Who said we were gonna be late?” Addie questioned.
When they got to Stuart Landing Performing Arts Dance Studio, the tall poles in the front stand out from a mile away. They walked over to the makeup stand where the rest of the dance team was getting makeup done.
“What’s up?” Addie yelled.
“The sky!” Casey screamed back. Her bright blonde hair flowed back and shimmered like the sun.
“Hey, guys, where were you?” Beatrix asked. She had her dark hair that was almost black being braided.
“You’re late!” Ms. Ivey interrupted. Her brown eyes flared with anger. “Get your makeup done quickly. We need to rehearse your performance.” Addie and Eliza quickly sat in the closest seats to not make Ms. Ivey angrier. Of course showing up late with Starbucks in your hand would not exactly please Ms. Ivey, but being five minutes later would’ve really set her off.
Once Addie got her makeup done, she went to rehearse. After about an hour, Ms. Ivey called everyone to see her. Addie went to go get her hair flower while Ms. Ivey gave her speech.
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“I need you girls to work harder than you ever have, to show the women in the chair what amazing dancers you can be. You have never worked so hard in your life.” Eliza zoned out when she was speaking. Where is Addie? She’s been gone a while, she considered.
“Excuse me, Ms. Ivey, but Addie’s been gone for awhile. Do you mind if I go see what she’s up to,” Eliza blurted out.
“I do not like when people interrupt me, and you know that! I suspect that you probably should go check on her,” Ms. Ivey snapped.
“Thank you.” Eliza walked back to the dressing room but came out screaming.
“Ms. Ivey! Ms. Ivey! Help! Addie’s dead!” she howled.
“What do you mean she’s dead?” she roared. “OH MY GOSH! She was my star! She was the best student I’ve ever had! Our whole show will be ruined.”
“What are we going to do? She’s our star!” Nicole squealed.
“Let me go see for myself!” Ms. Ivey screamed.
“But Addie has her own solo. She was so excited,” Simone hollered. Everyone was yelling at the same time. There was a blur of screams.
“My life is ruined without her!” Eliza squeaked.
“If this is a trick… ” Everyone heard Ms. Ivey starting to yell from behind the two bulking doors. Abruptly, there was silence. Everybody had thought Addie originally pulled a prank, but no one knew why anyone would ruin their costume with fake blood right before a huge show.
“Ms. Ivey,” Zoey said.
“What do you want? My star is dead right now,” Ms. Ivey screeched. Her short, dark hair flashed in the light.
“I’ve heard of people killing themselves because of nervousness,” Zoey replied.
“Addie would never do that! She’s way smarter than to do that,” Ms. Ivey returned.
Eliza started to pace, thinking to herself, Phoebe always played with her hair too much which could mean she’s hiding something in it, and she recently has been talking about leaving the dance team, but Annabelle always tried to direct murder tak another way. Plus, neither of them had spoken yet, and it looked like they were avoiding to talk.
“Eliza, you were the one who originally checked on Addie. You would easily have time to take Addie somewhere,” Annabelle pointed out.
“You think I would kill my best friend! Not in a million years. She was basically my sister,” Eliza cried.
“You might’ve, and also you were her understudy in the recital. We all know how badly you wanted to have that solo, but you knew you would have to support your friend,” Annabelle pushed back.
“Why would Addie have been in the dressing room so long? For all we know, you could’ve missed all of Ms. Ivey’s speech just to take her away and come back when I left,” Eliza opposed. Annabelle had never been very nice to Eliza. Why would Annabelle want to blame me for kidnapping Addie. Unless, if she wanted to cover herself.
“Stop fighting! It’s not gonna help if we blame each other, but we know that it was someone in here,” Ms. Ivey bellowed. “Someone still has to show that lady the dance, so get on the stage, Eliza.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Eliza ran to her starting position as Ms. Ivey went to go turn on the music. All the girls dashed into the front row of the auditorium. All the doors were locked, so the college dance teacher would feel safe inside.
“You were amazing!” Casey cheered once they were in the street.
“Thanks, but knowing how excited Addie was for that performance makes me sick. We need to find her fast,” Eliza aforementioned.
“Agreed, let’s first go get lunch at my house.”
“Speaking of lunch, I’m starving. Let’s go.” They ran to Addie’s car, preparing to drive it back to her house and get Eliza’s car. They went up to Casey’s room after lunch.
“We need to find Addie now and get to work.”
“Agreed.” As they laid on the bed, they made a list of suspects.
“It’s either Beatrix, Annabelle, Zoey, Pheobe, Nicole, or Simone, but I’m gonna bet it’s Annabelle because of how she accused me of doing it.”
“You know Annabelle, and she always tries to get on your nerves.”
“So? She was trying to make herself not a suspect by blaming other people.”
“Keep in mind it could’ve been a group of people,” Casey reflected.
“I don’t think so. Nicole was last out of the room, but anyone could’ve snuck back in while Ms. Ivey was giving her speech. That makes me think that it could be Beatrix because she tends to get distracted easily.”
“That’s like saying it was me. We were talking during Ms. Ivey’s speech, so you are positive it wasn’t me. Just like I’m positive it wasn’t Beatrix. She’s way too kind to kill someone even if she secretly hated them.”
“I think we should go back to look for clues.” As they walked to the dance studio, there were police cars everywhere. They walked up to the gigantic wooden doors.
“No publicitors in the building,” the police officer said to them.
“We were friends of Addie,” Eliza said while trying to push through to go inside.
“I’m sorry, ladies. This is a crime scene.” The girls headed back to Casey’s house.
“How could we possibly figure out who murdered Addie if we can’t get into the crime scene?” Eliza questioned.
“I don’t know, but why do we actually need the scene? We can start questioning people.”
“We could just let the police do it. They have all the tools they need to find the killer.”
“Are you trying to go off of the case? Addie was both of our best friends. We can’t just let her go. We should interview the dance team. ”
“You’re right. Let’s go interview. First, Annabelle.”
“Of course she’s your first suspect,” Casey sighed. They headed over to Annabelle’s house, and Annabelle’s mom opened the door. Annabelle’s mom’s dirty blonde hair shimmered in the sun.
“Hello, sweeties. Annabelle is in her room if you were coming by to see her,” Annabelle’s mom answered.
“Thank you, Mrs. Gidmon,” Eliza and Casey exclaimed together. When they stepped in the house, it smelled like lavender. They bounced up the stairs and knocked on the door that had save the animals posters.
“Who is it?” Annabelle called from inside.
“Eliza and Casey,” Casey yelled.
“Why did you tell her I was here? Now she’ll never let us in,” Eliza whispered.
“Casey can come in, but not Eliza,” Annabelle hollered. Casey flung the door open, and they both stepped inside the bright yellow room with streamers hanging everywhere.
“Can’t you hear Eliza? You’re not permitted in here,” Annabelle yawned mid sentence.
“It looks like a yellow neon highlighter exploded in here,” Eliza commented.
“Why are you here anyway? It’s not like you would actually want to hang out,” Annabelle replied.
“We came here to talk to you about the murder of Addie Dunakin,” Casey said proudly.
“You really think I did it. I mean sure, I hate her, but I wouldn’t kill her. Plus, it was clearly Eliza.”
“Stop trying to blame me! I would never even hurt my best friend.”
“Then why does every clue point to you?”
“That isn’t true.”
“Stop arguing!” Casey cried out. “Annabelle, what did Ms. Ivey say in her speech?”
“She was talking about how we all need to show respect in front of the college teacher. Also, we need to be nice to Addie if she doesn’t make it, congratulate her if she does make it, and help her not feel as nervous because this dance is her whole future, and blah blah blah, all about Addie. Then, she started telling us about how we have to be quiet during the show, but Eliza decided to interrupt.”
“Thank you for your time,” Casey spoke in a serious detective voice, then turned around to leave. Once the girls got out of the house, they were exploding with words.
“I can’t believe it wasn’t her!” Eliza yelled.
“The only time they could’ve killed Addie was when Ms. Ivey was speaking. No one would’ve had time to kill her before she started talking, and Annabelle recited what Ms. Ivey was saying from the start of her speech.”
“I’m still shocked. Why would she blame me if she didn’t do it?” Eliza questioned.
“That’s a mystery still, and you’re such good friends with Addie. Let’s head to Phoebe’s house next because she’s closest.” Once they opened the door to Phoebe’s room, they were shocked by seeing only blue everywhere they looked. The comforter, pillows, rug, chair bean bag, and even the walls.
The girls asked her what Ms. Ivey said during her speech, and she claimed she was in the bathroom when Ms. Ivey gave her speech. They finished interviewing her and walked out of the white house with gray shutters.
“She claimed she was in the bathroom while Ms. Ivey gave her speech. How suspicious is that? She has an easy way to kill Addie, and she can hide in the bathroom when I went into the makeup studio. She could pop out of the bathroom right when everyone hears about Addie being murdered,” Eliza commented.
“That makes so much sense, but maybe we should still check the other suspects.”
“Agreed.” They checked out all the other suspects, but nothing seemed suspicious. They didn’t think it would unfold that easily. Was it really that easy? Did they already solve the case? They decided to go tell the police.
“Officer! Officer! We know who killed Addie!” Eliza yelled at the top of her lungs. They sprinted towards the doors, and once they got there, they started panting really hard.
“We do too,” Officer Antonio said ferociously. “Give me your wrists, Eliza.”
“What do you mean? You think I did it!? Eliza screeched. “It was Phoebe Green. She told Ms. Ivey that she had to go to the bathroom, and she went to kill Addie. She went to the bathroom and waited until someone realized she was dead. She walked out of the bathroom when we were screaming, and she pretended to be clueless.”
“I’m sorry. Your handprints are on her neck.” Casey gasped.
“She framed me. When I saw the marks on her neck, I went to see if her pulse was moving.” She remembered the gasping. How soothing. The croaking when she tried to breathe. The satisfying, helpless way she tried to squirm in the strong hands. Oh, how helpless she was. Eliza loved it. It all made sense to Casey.
“You went to go suffocate her when you were supposedly checking on her. Then you came running out, blaming it all on Phoebe. You are so selfish killing your best friend for a dance solo!”
“Fine! I did it! I always hated her! She got every bit of attention everywhere. It’s like I was outshined everywhere I went!” Eliza screamed. The cold handcuffs cut her wrist. They were tight and ate up her feeling in her wrist.
“Case solved!” Casey screamed.