when i went off of school, ivy asked, "how was school?" i finally said to her, "a five-star," ivy was confused. "what?" she asked. "there was a crime at the high school and um.... ms. chaser said the one who made the ink splatters is mickwald and she told us to look for more clues," i said. "okay," ivy said. "wait, who is mickwald?"

"mickwald is a bad student at this school." i said. "we need more clues to find him," i said. the telephone ringed. "one second," i said. it was the greeter calling me about the mystery. well, she said it is due at may the 27th. "alright, i'll call you later," i said to her. "have a short summer break, slowpoke," the greeter's little brother fungus said. then, a beep came on for nothing, so i hunged it up. "sheesh, that crime has to be done before 9th grade awards day..." i said. "hmm, maybe you need some little help getting more clues," ivy said. "you're right ivy, you mean... i need help getting more clues?" i asked. "yes," ivy said.

"alright, i'll do it." i said. the next day, it was 9th grade awards day and mr. diet let us watch the ceremony around 1:00 PM. it was due at 2:10 PM, which was like 70 minutes. and before we go to the gymnasium for the ceremony, we finished a chapter book which has us received for the book. "take it home and read it if you want to," mr. diet said. "yes ma'm," we said. then there was a school bell ring, and the principal said, "attention 10th grade teachers, please bring your students out to the gymnasium for the 9th grade awards ceremony, please."

we all ran out to the gymnasium feeling satisfied. the principal called out the 9th grade's teacher names. "MS. LORD, MS. FREAK, MS. NEGLECT, MS. HOE." boy, her voice was so loud. the 9th grade students went up on stage. we clapped loudly than the 11th graders. "very good clap 10th, 11th, and 12th grade," the principal said. "let the ceremony begin."

"now class, watch the principal talk to the 9th grade students and i'm sure you're gonna like what happens next," mr. diet said. "ok," we said. i founded some rewards inside of the principal's hands. then i saw ivy beside ortensia and cassandra. then i whispered out, "ivy." she looked beside and then whispered out, "we have to keep voices down to zero percent per volume, for gosh sakes man, you don't listen." i stayed quiet and just then, the principal said, "let's pass those rewards for these students, 9th grade, are you ready?" the 9th grade students shouted, "YES." the first 3 rewards are the mathematics stars. i don't know why one of these belong to one of those 9th grade students. "ms. lord is first. the reward for the mathematics stars is maxton," the principal said. we all cheered out loud. "camero in ms. freak's 9th grade class," the principal said more louder. "zenny from ms. neglect's 9th grade class," we cheered more louder. "and the seeker from ms. hoe's 9th grade class," the principal finally said. she gave out the rewards to maxton, camero, zenny, and the seeker.

"i'm proud of you, brother," i shouted. then ms. neglect was proud of her students working so hard. the principal then said, "listen, this is an box recording of the read aloud, watch and listen while the 9th grade students read this." we said, "okay." the first student in 9th grade went first to read the box recorder. i was now extremed because it was hijacking my memories of 10th grade. "we are all in a family, we live together in a high school, we are in 9th grade, we worked so hard, we worked the best way we can, we did all our algebra stuff, we done geometry, we also done calculus," camero said over the box recorder. "and here is one cool thing we did, the pythagorean theorem," the seeker said. "follower," the greeter whispered. "what the...?" i asked. "it's fungus," she said. "fungus?" i asked. "oh my god... he is over here behind ms. hoe, don't you listen to it?" the waiter asked. "yes, i do listen to it," i said. "so listen." the waiter said.

then i very soon noticed when i turned to the wide side of the stage, there was mickwald sneaking out of the gymnasium. maybe he was obvious because of the boring box recorder. "greeter," i said. "where are you going?" mr. diet asked. "to find mickwald," the greeter said while being holded by my hand. we tiptoed inside the hallway. i seeked out for mickwald until i very soon founded him. he was making a ink splatter on his water bottle. the principal stopped. "hold on for a second..." she said. she went out of the gymnasium and looked toward herself. there was mickwald, he was drawing a picture made out of ink. she quickly slapped him in the face. "uh-oh, someone's in suspension," the greeter said.

"what have you done?" the principal demanded. "nothing." mickwald said. "i'm gonna call the assistant principal right now and tell him you are in SUSPENSION until you go home at 3:30 AM. that is a very bad bad choice. you're the stupidest person in the WHOLE HIGH SCHOOL, we all hate you, we don't like you ANYMORE," the principal demanded angrily. "sorry, sorry, sorry," mickwald whimpered. "GO NOW," the principal demanded more angrier. mickwald quickly ran away and i sighed out with a relief. "now he's gone," i said. "come on, we have to go back inside to the gymnasium, guys," the waiter said.

the principal finally said to the 9th grade students, "have a good summer vacation kids." then, the 9th grade students said, "have a good summer break to you, too." finally, the school bell rang and then we quickly ran out of the gymansium.

when the bus quickly stopped at my house, i quickly ran off until ivy holded onto her backpack. i holded the door opened to let her in. "i don't believe it, ivy," i said. "mickwald was like in suspension and has to go home until 3:30 AM. for gosh sakes, it's almost the last day of high school, and i haven't solve the mystery yet."

"what do you mean by that?" ivy asked. "i need help solving this mystery," i said. "ortensia helps me solve mysteries, but i have more friends that help me solve mysteries." ivy said, "okay, maybe can i help?"

"sure, ivy," i said. "but we have more clues just like ms. chaser said." neatfreaks, this doesn't really mean why solving mysteries isn't hard, it is true about crimes, but this doesn't mean why mickwald did this on purpose. dang, i know why solving mysteries is hard. but i know solving mysteries by myself isn't helpful. i was swelled about this crime and then i went upstairs to my bedroom. i wroted crime solvers in my notebook and still kept it the same.

"follower?" my mom asked. i ran downstairs asking out, "WHAT?" mom said, "for gosh sakes, please clean this mess your sister made." i said, "yes mom." i quickly picked up the dishes off the floor and come cupcake crumbs on the floor. "ivy, i cleaned up your mess," i said. "thank you, brother," ivy said. "good thing you didn't made that mess."

you know what, neatfreaks? in the next part of this, we will find more clues to find mickwald at school. well, umm... i mean uh... yeah, it looks similar to thrillers. well i have to continue.

my pet snarggy ran around barking. it made a huge mess again. "oh brother..." ivy said. "BAD DOG, BAD." i demanded. "now, follower, please calm down."

"fine," i said. boy, this doesn't mean why that mess happens all over again. snarggy makes messes a lot. but i don't know why ivy makes few messes. but i don't make messes. since that mystery isn't over, maybe this means we have to find the next clue. well, i have to find out.