Shoshi’s Final Chapter
Introduction:
The main character is called Dashiell, but he goes by Dash. In Space Case there is a murder. Dr. Holtz is the person who got killed. Dash thinks he got murdered, but everyone else thinks Dr. Holtz was going crazy.
There is a girl who is Dash’s age called Kira who also lives on the moon. They secretly teamed up to solve the murder. They couldn’t let anyone know or else they would get in HUGE trouble!
Dash and his family temporarily live on the moon. They will only live there for three years, and then they will go back to earth. NASA has recently developed homes on the moon. Because both of Dash’s parents are scientists Dash gets to be one of the few lucky kids to be invited to the moon. Everyone else who wanted to go would have to pay billions of dollars.
Dash’s best friend is called Riley, who lives back in Hawaii (which is where Dash lived before he traveled to the moon.)
You might be thinking life on the moon is great. But it’s not. The food is HORRIBLE, kids can’t go outside, the toilets do not work properly, and to top it all off, someone has been murdered.
The big problem in this book is the murder. It’s what the book is all about. I think the person who killed Dr Holtz will be sent back to earth, put in prison and Dash will become the hero.
The chapter that I wrote about my book takes place after Dash arrives back in Hawaii. Everyone found out that Dash and Kira solved the murder and now they have become the heroes. But Kira doesn’t live in Hawaii so Dash is all alone with the paparazzi, fame, and questions.
My chapter starts on chapter 22 because the real book ends on chapter 21. I tried to make it so it would literally be the next chapter of my book. The chapter that I wrote is about one last adventure that Dash goes on back home in Hawaii.
Chapter 22
By Shoshi
I woke up to the sound of my mom yelling at the paparazzi to go away. She was very upset because they rang the doorbell at four in the morning to get a picture of me. I was all over the news.
“Young kid solves murder on the moon. He is finally back on earth. Find out how he did it!” Everybody wanted me on their channel. I was so famous. So, that’s how everything started. Then, later on that day at noon the President called. She wanted to speak to me.
She said, “Hello, is this Dashiell?”
I said, “Yes. Speaking?”
“Chelsea Clinton. President of the United States of America. I would like to organize a meeting with you.
I nearly fainted. It was so surprising and awesome!
I replied, “Umm of course, of course that would be amazing but why? Why do you want to speak to me? Is it something about the murder that Kira and I solved on the moon? Like some award or something?
“No, Dashiell. There has been a murder and we need you to solve it.”
So the President called me and asked me to solve a murder for her. But she didn’t hang up yet.
“Oh, and I need to have a secret meeting with you at three in the morning tomorrow.” Chelsea Clinton said.
“Where will I meet you?” I asked.
“Right outside your front door. I’ll take you the rest of the way.”
“What will I tell my parents?”
“You won’t.”
“What if they hear me leaving?”
“Then you’ve blown it. Listen Dashiell, do you want to help or not?”
“I don’t know, I just got back…”
“Listen, how many people do you know who get offers from the President of the U.S. to solve a murder with them?”
“None,” I said sheepishly.
“So is that a yes?”
“Fine. I’m in.”
“Ring, ring, ring, ring, ringring ringring ringring ringring ringringring ringringring ringringring.”
My alarm clock went off. At three in the morning. I was already dressed in appropriate clothing, black pants, a black shirt, black sneakers, and a black hoodie. I was prepared. I also brought a black bag, which had a water bottle, a flashlight, batteries for the flashlight, and an apple in it.
I crept down the stairs, careful not to step on the stair third to the top, it squeaks really loudly. It would definitely wake up my parents.
I opened the front door as slowly as I could, so it wouldn’t creak. There, as she promised, I saw Chelsea Clinton waiting outside for me. But there was no car or any sort of transportation.
“Will you tell me where we are going now?” I asked Chelsea.
“Patience, Dashiell, patience,” she responded.
“I know. And please call me Dash.”
“I’ll consider, Dash,” she said with a wink.
“Follow me. Whatever I tell you to do you do. Understand?”
“Yes Ma’am.” I said.
“Now, stay behind me,” she said. She turned the corner. I followed. She turned another corner. I followed. She turned another corner. I followed.
“Where are we going?” I asked.
“Shhh. It might take a while. We’re walking. Four miles. We should be there in the next half hour.” She said like this was going to be the easiest thing ever.
One hour later…
“Uggh. How much farther?” I asked, still wheezing from our early-morning run.
“About… 1, 2, 3, 3 steps,” she replied.
“Phew. This run has really tired me out.”
“Well, here we are!” She said. Not even panting or looking thirsty. I was the exact opposite.
“Where?” I asked.
“Right through here,” she opened a door.
“Now get low and don’t make a peep,” she commanded me. I nodded.
There were voices. Two of them. The first one said,
“I know what happened to your daughter. And did I have something to do with her death? Well, I can’t tell you that.” The first voice said.
“Why did you kill her?” The second voice asked, sounding bold.
“You drowned her. Why?”
“She was interfering with my plans. I had to stop her.”
“What were your plans?”
“Don’t you know? I thought you would have figured it out by now, James.”
“Henry, just give it up already! I know that she stole your idea but is that a reason to kill her?”
“I won’t answer any questions I would not like to answer. I will do what I want to do, and no one will stop me. As for you, you know too much. Goodbye James.”
“Stop.” Chelsea commanded the guy addressed as Henry.
“And why should I listen to you? Chelsea. You may be the president, but you can’t kill me. Then you would be a murderer with no witnesses and no evidence about what I’ve done to Brooke,” Henry said. Not even flinching that it was the president he was talking to.
“How do you know I don’t have a witness? How do you know I’m not recording this on a tape that I will show to the police? How do you know anything about what I’m doing or why I’m here?”
“Again, I will not answer any questions I would not like to answer. Now back to business. Is there someone else with you? Someone Hiding, perhaps? I can sense another person in the room. Give it up or else.”
“Or what?”
“I’ll kill James.”
“Oh no you won’t.”
“How do you know I won’t. I killed Brooke. I can kill her father.”
“But how do you know where James is?”
“He’s right over there, James, come here. Now. What? Where did he go?” Henry growled.
“He’s gone.” And then I knocked Henry out with the back of my hand, and he felt splat on the hard concrete floor, unconscious.
“Good job, kid.” Chelsea said.
“Thanks.” I replied.
“Now what? We can’t turn him into the police. There’s no evidence.”
“I was recording it.”
“That’s helpful.”
“So, what do we do with Henry?”
“Well, the best solution is to stay with him until he wakes up, and then turn him into the police. With the evidence, of course.”
“But what if he tries to fight us?”
“He won’t.”
“But what if he does? You always have to be prepared for the worst.”
“Then, I will give him electric shocks until he stops. Each one getting harder and harder, worse and worse. Eventually, he will stop fighting and surrender to us, which is when we turn him into the cops.”
“Okay, but first he has to wake up.”
A hour and a half later…
“What? What happened? Where am I? What did you do to me Chelsea?” Henry asked.
“I did nothing. You did it all yourself.” Chelsea replied.
“Huh? I did nothing.” Henry stated, calmly.
“Oh, yes you did. You murdered Brooke and I intend to find out how. But, first I must bring to you to a place where you can’t harm me.” Chelsea said, without blinking.
“And where might that be?” Henry said with a laugh.
“I only answer questions I would like to answer, and that is a question I would not like to answer. And next time, don’t question me.” Chelsea said. Now Henry looked like a whole new person. He looked small and scared, like a puppy who was just born, and taking its first glimpses at all the scary things around it.
“Now, if you don’t want to get harmed, do exactly what I say, when I say it. Understand?” Chelsea asked Henry.
“Yyyyyyes.” Henry managed to say through his fear.
Then Chelsea brought Henry to the cops, along with her evidence of him saying he killed Brooke. The cops took him into a cell for questioning. Then Chelsea brought me home.
“Thanks,” I said to Chelsea as she was leaving.
“It was just like old times, back on the moon, except with Chelsea Clinton instead of Kira. Thanks for that.”
“Anytime.” Chelsea said with a wink. And then she picked up her motorcycle, which was hidden behind a tree the whole time!
“Bye Dash!” She called.
So I crept back upstairs into my room, changed into PJs, and slept. For two minutes. Then,
“Ring, ring, ring, ring, ringring ringring ringring ringring ringringring ringringring ringringring.” My alarm clock went off for the second time that day. I did not want to get up. But, it was my first day of school and I couldn’t be late. After all, I was the most popular kid in school, and I had the highest grades. I had to show up to keep my reputation alive. And after the first few days of school, everything was back to the way it was before. Just like old times.
The end
I read The Mouse and The Motorcycle and that title made me think those two things don’t go well together, so I wondered what it could possibly be about. This book was by Beverly Cleary who used to be a bad reader until third grade when she caught up with everyone else. So what I don’t get is why she chose to be an author if she wasn’t such a good reader until third grade. This book is part of a series called Ralph and the Motorcycle. There is a mouse named Ralph and a boy named Keith in the story. The Mouse and The Motorcycle took place in a rundown hotel in California, but it does not say what the time period is but it is probably modern times.
