Chapter 3

I went up in the elevator. As soon as I reached the surface (Yes, we do live underground. It's safer) I threw up my hood.

Hopefully no one will reconise me in this outfit, I thought.

After a bit of walking (Our underground house was convieniently located near the police station) I finally arrived.

And now for the tough part, I thought.

Sneaking in had always been the hardest part for me. Something bad seemed to happen ever time.

Slowly I creeped up.

"Great, there's no one around" I whispered.

Just as I got close to the entrance, my phone started ringing.

"Oh man!" I sighed. "Who could be calling me at this time!"

I picked up the phone.

"Hello?" I asked. "Who is th-"

"HEY SUGARCUBE!" Said Grandma Gertrude from the other line.

"I HOPE YOUR MURDER GOES WELL! MAKE SURE TO CALL ME WHEN IT'S OVER!"

"Sure Grandma," I said. "I will. But could you please be a bit more quiet?"

"WHAT!? QUIET? I CAN'T SEEM TO UNDERSTAND YOU!"

"You know what Grandma, goodbye. I'll talk to you later when I get back."

I sighed. "Thank goodness no on was around to-

OH BOY"

There were police surronding me.