The Seashore Mystery
By Rachel, 8 years old
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This story was written by my eight-year old daughter. All by
herself, might I add! I thought it was so wonderful that I typed it and put
it on my site. Maybe she’ll be the next Julie Campbell someday! “Uhhhh,” said Trixie. “I can’t believe it’s
almost vacation tomorrow.” “Wow, Trix, it’s going to be fun!”
said Honey. “Just think, swimming, making sand castles, relaxing on the
beach!” “Yeah, well I heard there’s—” “What?” asked Honey excitedly. A lobster king!” said Trixie. “Oh my goodness!” cried Honey. When Trixie went into the house, Honey
came running in behind her. Bobby was playing with Reddy. “Hi Reddy!” yelled Trixie. “Calm down,” said Honey. “Okay,” said Trixie. Bobby walked over to Trixie. “Hi,” he
said with his finger in his nose. “What are you doing?” asked Honey.
“Digging for gold?” “No, I’m not,” said Bobby. Trixie
looked at Bobby unhappily. “Bedtime, children!” Moms called.
“Tomorrow we’re going to the seashore. You will need lots of sleep so you can
get up early when your alarm goes off.” “Goodnight,” said all the children as
they went to bed. The next morning… Bring! Bring! went
Trixie’s clock. “Oh! Oh! It’s morning! Time to go to
the beach,” said Trixie. Bobby was in the living room. He had
gotten up earlier because he was so excited. “Hello, Trixie! Hello, Honey!
Today is the day we are going to love!” “I know, Bobby!” she shouted as she
stomped her foot. “Trixie, don’t yell at your six-year
old brother,” Moms told her. “All right,” said Trixie. “I’m sorry.” On the way to the seashore, Bobby kept
looking at Trixie. He pulled his mouth back and forth, and then put two of
his fingers up his nose, and rolled his eyes. “Stop it!” shouted Trixie. “Now, Trixie,” said Dad, “stop it, or
I’m going to pull this car over. Be nice to your brother. And Bobby, don’t
make horrible faces, or your face will freeze like that.” “Okay, Dad!” Bobby said. “I don’t want
to my face to stay like that ‘cause it feels funny.” When they were almost there, they saw
a man cutting logs outside his house near the beach. He had a big, furry,
black beard. Bobby rolled down his window. “Hello, mister!” he called to the man. “Hello,” the man said. “Need a lift?” asked Trixie. “Oh, no. I have a car in my backyard,
but thank you! My name is Mr. James.” Dad rolled down his window. “We’re the
Beldens. We’re spending two days at the beach.” “Well, good-bye,” the man said
politely. “Have a good time at the seashore.” The Beldens went on their way. It was lunchtime when they got to the
seashore. They ate at DJ’s, a 50’s and 60’s restaurant. It looked like a
train car. “Boy, it’s shiny in here,” Bobby said,
amazed as saw the outside of the beautiful restaurant. Trixie said, “I like the shiny
sparkles on the seats.” “I sure like the waitresses’ poodle
skirts and pink shirts,” added Honey as she walked in. “I love the music,” said Moms. “I love the menu,” said Dad. “Let’s
eat.” When the waitress came by, Honey said,
“I love your outfit!” “Thank you. You look very pretty,
too,” the waitress said. “Now what would—” “How ‘bout me?” Bobby interrupted. “Am
I cute?” “Yes, you look very adorable,” the
waitress said. “What would you like to eat?” “I want a club sandwich,” Dad said. “I’d like a ham sandwich,” Moms said. Honey wanted spaghetti, and Trixie and
Bobby ordered hot dogs and corn. Everyone ordered pop to drink. “Okay, I’ll bring it right out,” said
the waitress. After they ate, they went outside.
Then Moms saw a shop that had pretty things for sale. They went inside to
look around. Honey and Trixie didn’t want to shop, but Bobby found some
pretty white marbles for sale. “They’re only five bucks,” said Dad.
“We’ll get them for you.” “Thank you, Dad! I love them!” Moms bought some pretty pink and
purple seashells. Dad found a new fishing pole. After they paid for their
stuff, they walked down the sandy road. “Look at the palm trees!” said Honey. “See the seashore!” said Trixie. “Oh no!” cried Bobby. “I lost my
marbles. They slipped out of my hand when I walked down the seashore.” “Oh, Bobby, those aren’t important,”
said Trixie. “Bobby, why don’t you go fishing with
me?” asked Dad. He wanted to keep him away from the girls so they would be
good. “First, let’s find our hotel,” said
Moms. “Awww!” said the kids. “We want to
have fun!” They drove to their hotel, and they
took their bags to Room Z. In the hallway, they met Jim. “Hi, mystery pals!” said Jim. “Hello, Jim,” said Trixie. “I didn’t
know you were going to the beach. I thought you were busy and couldn’t come
with us.” “You mean Honey didn’t tell you?”
asked Jim. “Oh, no!” said Trixie. “What a surprise it was to see me then,”
said Jim. “You can stay in the room beside us,”
said Honey, ruffling his red hair. “I am in Room Y,” said Jim. “Moms, Bobby, and I are in Room X,”
Dad said. “Mart and Brian won’t be here. They are in Back at the beach… Mr.
James went for a walk. He saw some shiny, white balls on the edge of the
sand. He thought they were pearls. But then, the pearls fell to the bottom of
the sea. He wanted to get them, but there were so many people around that he
couldn’t. He had an idea, and then he went home to make his plan. He took some red cloth and made a
lobster costume. He made a crown out of sparkly jewelry and glued a real
lobster on the crown. Then he walked back to the beach and found a cave next
to the water. Then Mr. James dressed up as the
Lobster King. He saw some men looking at the pearls, trying to pick them up.
The Lobster King chased them and scared them into the sea. The next day, Moms and Dad were
relaxing on the beach. Bobby and Jim were playing in the sand. Trixie was
eating watermelon. Honey was swimming, but she went too far. She swam into a
big cave. Then she spotted the Lobster King and
fainted. The Lobster King had some ropes, and he tied her up. He put her in a
corner of the cave. Then he left. He found a beautiful seashell, and
taped a note to it that said, “Where’s
Honey?” He left it outside their
hotel door. Then he had to leave because Bobby came running in. Bobby
followed him to the cave, but he was too tired to chase him any more. He went
back to the hotel and saw the beautiful seashell with the note on it and took
it to Trixie. Trixie took the seashell from Bobby’s
hands. “Hmmm…,” said Trixie. “What does this mean? Oh, no! My best friend!
What will Jim say? I will take Bobby and Jim to find her.” “Where is she?” asked Jim. “Oh no!” Trixie cried. “I don’t know
where she is right now?” “I know, I know!” said Bobby, hopping
up and down. “Okay, where is she?” Trixie asked,
not really believing him. “In a cave,” Bobby said. “Let’s surf there,” Jim said
excitedly. As they surfed, they saw the cave that
Bobby was talking about. When they went in, Bobby spotted Honey, but Trixie
spotted the Lobster King! “Oh, woe!” said Jim. “That’s who I wanted to chase,” said
Bobby excitedly. Bobby sneaked up on him and pulled on the Lobster King’s
tail. Just then, his mask fell off! “Mr. James!” said Trixie. “We know who
it is now.” Suddenly they heard the “whee-woo,
whee-woo” of the siren on the police boat. The police took the Lobster King
to jail. “Well, he’ll be gone in his own cell,”
said Trixie as Jim untied Honey. “Hey, I found my marbles!” Bobby cried
happily. “I lost them under the sea.” “The pearls were really marbles,”
laughed Honey. “Well, that’s the end of our seashore
mystery,” said Trixie. “Now let’s go surf!” said Jim. The End
When my daughter was only eight, she decided to write her
very own Trixie story. Rachel worked long and hard on her story, and I was so
proud of her that I put it on my site. I might be prejudiced since she’s my
daughter, but I thought it was wonderful, especially for an
eight-year-old! She wrote it all by
herself, but I corrected the spelling, some of the grammar, and typed it, but
this story is hers. I was really giggling at some of the funny things she
thought of to put in her story. J By the way, DJ’s is a real restaurant that we just went to
this past weekend. Rachel liked it so well that she included it in her story.
She really enjoyed the hot dogs and the corn. *wink* I got tickled at the Room “letters”. I didn’t have the heart
to correct that, since I thought it was so cute. BTW, Rachel is a lot older now, and she’s still writing
stories. Unfortunately, she hasn’t written any more Trixie stories, but if
she ever does, I’ll add them to my site. Thank you to Blackat’s Free Web Graphics for the seashore
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