Brittney’s Mysteries - Chapter Three
Jazmyn, Age 13, Nampa, ID

Make sure you read Chapter One and Chapter Two of Brittney's Mysteries before you read this instalment!

Chapter Three
The next morning she stretched and yawned. Her clock read 6:00. She frowned because if she had gotten up an hour earlier she could have caught her dad before he went to work. But she would survive. She showered and dressed, and started thinking about the math test. She knew she would at least get a C; her grades were always good.

“Mom, I’m ready to go!”

She hopped in the backseat and was quite surprised when her mom told her to get in the front.

“I want to talk to you about something.”

“Uh-oh. What’d I do?”

“Nothing, I just want to tell you, I’m proud of you for trying to figure out who is going to cheat on the math test on Friday.”

“Thanks, Mom. I’ll do my best.”

“I know you will.”

“Oh! Can I go to Crystal’s house after school?”

“Sure, Hon, just be home by 4:30.”

“K, I will.”

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At lunch Brandon stopped by their table. “How’s it going, girls?” Another table full of girls giggled and pointed, but he didn't seem to notice.

Taylor elbowed her and Brittney said, “Oh! Um, we’re good!”

He walked away to get lunch and Taylor said, “Are you OK? You seem a little
sidetracked.”

“I’m fine, I’m just thinking about a conversation I overheard.”

“What did you hear?” asked Daisy.

“Well, what I heard was something like ‘Help. Next week. Cheat. Math. Test.’”

“Whoa” they all said.

“So you have a mystery to solve?” asked Olivia.

“Yep.”

“Awesome!”

“Did you hear the girls over there giggle?” asked Tay.

“Yea, but he didn’t seem to.”

“Did you see how he tipped his hat to you?” questioned Daisy.

“Yes,” she answered blankly, hinting that she didn’t want to start that conversation.

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“Knock knock knock,” went Brittney’s hand on Crystal’s door, and she was greeted by a little boy who looked about seven. “Is Crystal home?” The boy nodded and led her to the kitchen, where Crystal was.

“Hi, Crys!”

“Hey, Britt. I wanted to talk to you about something.”

“OK, what is it?”

“Let’s go to my bedroom and we’ll talk about it there.” Crystal led her up a flight of stairs and down a hall. “The bathroom’s in there and my room is right here. Ta-da.”
Brittney smiled.

“It’s cute. Was it painted lavender purple before you moved?”

“No, my dad called in the best painter in town.”

“Your room is awesome.”

“I agree. Now let’s get down to business.”

“Uh-oh.”

“Don’t say that.”

“Ok, I won’t.” She craned her neck to see what her friend was getting out. “What’s that?”

“I’ve charted your behaviors ever since P.E. yesterday.”

“Why?”

“Because. That is when you met Brandon.”

“Oh no, don’t start this.”

Crystal ignored her plea and went on. “Until you met Brandon, crushes, dates, love, all of those weren't touchy subjects, but now, you won’t ever mutter the word ‘like.’”

“And why is that important?”

“You’ve had symptoms like spacing out, bossiness, and even having trouble focusing.”

“And this is relevant why?”

“You, Brittney, have a disease, and his name is Brandon.”

“Ugh! I don’t want to talk about this!”

“Ignoring it won’t make it go away.”

“The sad thing is that I know it, I just don’t see another way.”

“I have a way.”

Brittney immediately perked up, “How?”

“Tell him.”

“What?!? No! I can’t do that!”

“Okay, then…” She snapped her fingers, “I know! Have him work on the mystery with you.”

“OK. It’s 4:00. I should be going.”

“Tell him about the mystery.”

“I already have.”

“Then have him help you.”

“I will! Bye!”

I hope she actually does it. Crystal thought, sitting down to complete homework.

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“Hello, Mother!”

“Galen, I don’t have time. Go do your homework or play a video game.”

“Does that mean-”

“Do your homework first.”

He headed downstairs, and into his room. He got out math, did three problems, and frowned. He probably only got one right, if that. “But I’m going to ace the test next Friday, I know it, because Matthew is helping me and he’s almost a straight A student. Speaking of straight A students, all I have to do is get past pesky Brittney. Things would go a lot more smoothly if she could just keep her nose out of other people’s business,” he thought, completing the math paper.

In a couple more minutes he was done, and he peeked upstairs. Galen sighed. She was making cinnamon rolls, which meant she was in a better mood.

“Mother?”

“Yes, Galen?”

“Can Matthew Cummins come over on Thursday?”

“I don’t care,” she said pushing her glasses back up her nose, “as long as his parents are fine with it.”

“Thank you, Mother.”

“Go outside and play a little while.”

“Yes, Mother.”  

To be continued...

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