Who doesn't like to have a little bit of love on Valentine's Day?
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Sub-Genre • Mystery (...not really but it sounds cooler than normal Young Adult)
Heat Level • Pink Lemonade Lollipop Sweet (...I love this kind of lollipops. I always gave these out at Valentine's Day parties in elementary school)
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Jewelry Trail
Where was my amethyst necklace? And then I noticed my diamond earrings also missing. Oh, and my ruby bracelet I wore to important things for good luck.
"Lex!" I yelled, for my sister. "Did you steal my jewelry?"
"No, Sienna!" Came her reply.
"I'm serious, Alexia!" I yelled back. "I need it."
"Sienna, I don't have it," she insisted again. This time I walked over to her room.
"Then where did it go, Lex?" I asked, staring at her.
"Don't ask me, Sienna. I don't have it," she said again.
I told her it was okay, and she still said she didn't have it. I gave up and went on my "date" with my longtime crush with a small necklace, borrowed from my sister, and no good luck charms. I put on some mascara, eyeliner and a little red lipstick, to look somewhat noticeable. It wasn't really a date because it was just him taking me to a Valentine's Day party, where my plan was to get him to notice me.
"Hey Sienna," my crush, Sam, said as I walked over to him. "Happy Valentine's Day."
"Hey Sam," I answered, and got in. "Happy Valentine's Day." I instantly saw the small bouquet of roses in front of the clutch. I wondered who they were for. We're they for me? But then he would've already given them to me.
"How's Graffiti Bubble going?" He asked. Graffiti Bubble was my young adult novel that I had been writing for months now. I had a dream to get published but I didn't know how far that would go. But Sam was the only person, besides family, that got to read it.
"Okay. The normal," I answered. "I don't have the next chapter yet. I'm getting close. I'll email it to you when I do," I answered.
And then my phone lit up with a text.
I think your jewelry was stolen. The patio door was smashed.
My heart nearly stopped. I was never going to see that few grand worth of jewelry ever again.
"What's wrong?" Sam asks glancing at me.
"I was robbed, apparently. My jewelry was stolen," I explained.
