Adventures In Murder Chasing (Funeral Crashing #3) by Milda Harris Page A
Authors: Milda Harris
Tags: Romance, Mystery, Young Adult, romantic suspense, cozy mystery, mystery series, Nancy Drew, funeral crashing, teen sleuth, teen reads, mystery for girls, mystery action adventure romance, sleuth detective mystery childrens, romance mystery, veronica mars, mystery action teens
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normal about it? What was wrong with them? I knew it was weird, but they were being so...nice. I suddenly had to get away from them.
"I'm just going to run to the bathroom," I said as normally as I could and got up before anybody could volunteer to go with me and walked out of Gabe's funeral as fast as I could.
Whoa. What was wrong with me? I felt more than a little panicked. I was freaking out. I...I just needed a few moments to myself to gather my thoughts. I knew in my head that Suzie, Kyle, and Ethan didn't think I was totally nuts for jumping onto another mystery, but I felt really unsure of myself. What if this mystery turned out to be nothing too? I felt like I was under a lot of pressure. I wished nobody knew I was investigating Nico's death but me. I knew Ethan of all people wouldn't judge me and leave me, but still. It was all in my head. I knew that. I just needed a second. I mean, I hadn't cared about anybody else's opinion in forever and now people were suddenly mattering. It was really freaking me out. What if they were like Ariel? Maybe that was it. Maybe the whole Wired talk with Ariel was doing this to me. It was always her getting to me, after all. Yeah, I blamed Ariel. Seriously, if I could only get a moment to collect my thoughts, I knew I'd feel better.
I raced toward the bathrooms, mind still whirling, when I bumped into someone. To my horror my wig fell off as the person got tangled in my hair. I quickly grasped at my wig and tried to put it back on.
"Oh my gosh. Sorry," A girl said.
"No, no. I'm sorry," I said, focusing my attention on righting the wig back on my head. My cheeks were red. This was super embarrassing.
Then I looked up. It was Layla standing in front of me. Up close I had to agree with Suzie. Layla's hair was beautiful. It had perfect dark curls. She was definitely a very pretty girl too with those kind of chiseled features that could make her a good model if she chose that career path. Currently, though, she was looking at me with her face all twisted up, like she thought I was strange.
"Why are you wearing a wig?" Layla asked.
"Uh," I said because was there really any good reason for me to be wearing a wig? Then it occurred to me that maybe Layla was wearing a weave and her hair wasn't real either. I didn't say anything. Truthfully, all I wanted was to get my couple minutes of breathing space.
Layla remained looking at me and didn't move out of my way. I had to think of something to say besides, uh, even if I wanted to ignore the embarrassment of losing my wig in front of a girl who I had almost accused of murder even though she was totally innocent. How did I get into these predicaments?
"I, uh," I said, trying to think of something. "I just hate my hair. Wigs are easier."
It could be true. Maybe I had a wig for every day of the week. Layla couldn't know.
"Okay," Layla said like she thought I was a little weird despite my rational response, "So, how did you know Gabe? I don't remember meeting you ever and I'd remember."
I froze, but just decided to be honest, in this case. "We definitely haven't met. I didn't really know Gabe, although I went to Wired a lot. Um, basically a friend of mine worked with him. I came to support her."
I got the impression that maybe Layla was worried that I was Gabe's ex-girlfriend or a new girlfriend. I so didn't want to go there. I didn't need a bereaved girl freaking out on me.
Layla nodded, "Oh. Okay. That's nice of you. You really just wear wigs all the time?"
"How did you know Gabe?" I asked, trying to deflect the question about my hair. Plus I was curious. I knew in my head that the case was over, but I couldn't help it.
"We used to date. He was a really great boyfriend," Layla said, sniffing a little, like she was about to cry. "We were still friends and all that, after, but I guess I'm just having a hard time with it all. I can't believe it, you know?"
I felt so sad for Layla all of a sudden. How could I have ever thought she was a
"I'm just going to run to the bathroom," I said as normally as I could and got up before anybody could volunteer to go with me and walked out of Gabe's funeral as fast as I could.
Whoa. What was wrong with me? I felt more than a little panicked. I was freaking out. I...I just needed a few moments to myself to gather my thoughts. I knew in my head that Suzie, Kyle, and Ethan didn't think I was totally nuts for jumping onto another mystery, but I felt really unsure of myself. What if this mystery turned out to be nothing too? I felt like I was under a lot of pressure. I wished nobody knew I was investigating Nico's death but me. I knew Ethan of all people wouldn't judge me and leave me, but still. It was all in my head. I knew that. I just needed a second. I mean, I hadn't cared about anybody else's opinion in forever and now people were suddenly mattering. It was really freaking me out. What if they were like Ariel? Maybe that was it. Maybe the whole Wired talk with Ariel was doing this to me. It was always her getting to me, after all. Yeah, I blamed Ariel. Seriously, if I could only get a moment to collect my thoughts, I knew I'd feel better.
I raced toward the bathrooms, mind still whirling, when I bumped into someone. To my horror my wig fell off as the person got tangled in my hair. I quickly grasped at my wig and tried to put it back on.
"Oh my gosh. Sorry," A girl said.
"No, no. I'm sorry," I said, focusing my attention on righting the wig back on my head. My cheeks were red. This was super embarrassing.
Then I looked up. It was Layla standing in front of me. Up close I had to agree with Suzie. Layla's hair was beautiful. It had perfect dark curls. She was definitely a very pretty girl too with those kind of chiseled features that could make her a good model if she chose that career path. Currently, though, she was looking at me with her face all twisted up, like she thought I was strange.
"Why are you wearing a wig?" Layla asked.
"Uh," I said because was there really any good reason for me to be wearing a wig? Then it occurred to me that maybe Layla was wearing a weave and her hair wasn't real either. I didn't say anything. Truthfully, all I wanted was to get my couple minutes of breathing space.
Layla remained looking at me and didn't move out of my way. I had to think of something to say besides, uh, even if I wanted to ignore the embarrassment of losing my wig in front of a girl who I had almost accused of murder even though she was totally innocent. How did I get into these predicaments?
"I, uh," I said, trying to think of something. "I just hate my hair. Wigs are easier."
It could be true. Maybe I had a wig for every day of the week. Layla couldn't know.
"Okay," Layla said like she thought I was a little weird despite my rational response, "So, how did you know Gabe? I don't remember meeting you ever and I'd remember."
I froze, but just decided to be honest, in this case. "We definitely haven't met. I didn't really know Gabe, although I went to Wired a lot. Um, basically a friend of mine worked with him. I came to support her."
I got the impression that maybe Layla was worried that I was Gabe's ex-girlfriend or a new girlfriend. I so didn't want to go there. I didn't need a bereaved girl freaking out on me.
Layla nodded, "Oh. Okay. That's nice of you. You really just wear wigs all the time?"
"How did you know Gabe?" I asked, trying to deflect the question about my hair. Plus I was curious. I knew in my head that the case was over, but I couldn't help it.
"We used to date. He was a really great boyfriend," Layla said, sniffing a little, like she was about to cry. "We were still friends and all that, after, but I guess I'm just having a hard time with it all. I can't believe it, you know?"
I felt so sad for Layla all of a sudden. How could I have ever thought she was a
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