Hi People! I’m back! I hope everyone is doing good. We had a great time with our grandparents. Now it’s time for the anticipated part THREE of The 30’s!!! Have fun reading it everyone!
Here is the character lit for this part:
- Kit plays herself.
- Julie (my sister’s doll) plays Betty Stevenson.
- Marie-Grace (my sister’s doll) plays Margaret Kitteredge (Kit’s Mother).
*Dring* the door rang as I walked into the Jewelry store on Main. I looked around.
I saw delicate little necklaces in glass cases.
I admired the pretty little boxes with bows and ribbons.
I looked up and beheld a lady behind the Jewelry counter. “Hello!” I chimed.
“Hello! Can I help you little Miss?” She inquired.
“Oh, well, yes. I’m the reporter… for the robbery?”
“Oh?” She looked a little surprised, “Ah, yes! Why don’t you come behind the counter then.”
I walked around the counter. I’d never been in this jewelry store before. It was smaller than I had thought. I guess Mr. Gibson was right when he said ‘nothing huge‘. I couldn’t believe how dramatic Ruthie had been about this.
I introduced myself. “I’m Kit Kittredge!”
“Yes. I’m Mrs. Betty Stevenson.” She added, “The editor of the Cincinnati Register called yesterday, and told me a young reporter was coming… though I didn’t think she would be this young.” she laughed gesturing to me.
I chuckled nervously. “Yeah… sometimes Mr. Gibson doesn’t explain everything.” I sighed.
I cleared my throat. Alright Kit time to act professional. I thought to myself. “Well, let’s get started. Shall we? I just need to get out my notes.” I slid my bags off my arm and onto the counter.
With my notebook in hand, she started her story.
“I can’t afford to hire many security guards, and that’s because not many people can buy jewelry from me nowadays.” Betty sighed. “I woke up early one morning and started on my way to work. Then, when I turned the corner onto Main… I saw what looked like a hobo boy… about your age it seemed… running out of my shop. I yelled after him, but of course he didn’t stop.”
“WOW!” I gasped, eyes wide. This story was becoming better every second. Then switching back to reporter mode, “I mean… that’s very interesting. So the police haven’t identified the suspect yet?”
“Yes. I wasn’t much help to them because I never really saw his face. I think they have moved on to more ‘important’ matters for now… until they can get more information.” She looked a little annoyed. “Well, anyways… I walked into my shop. Glass was all over the floor. One of my cases had been broken. I realized the expensive pearl bracelet had been stolen.” She sighed,”And that’s the story. I’m sorry dear… it’s not much.”
Pearl bracelet. I wrote in my notebook. I clapped it closed, “Perfectly fine, Mrs. Stevenson. Thank you. You have been most helpful. Please contact me if you get anymore information on the subject.”
She stifled a laugh. “I will.”
I grabbed my bags and headed out the door.
I was feeling pretty good. I felt like a real reporter, and I couldn’t wait to get more news about the robbery. Yes, it wasn’t the most exciting story in the world, and yes, I was being used as a back up reporter, but part of me felt that if this story got any bigger I really would “get involved,” like Ruthie said. Of course, I didn’t want to be proven wrong, so I was fine with it all.
It was such a nice day. I decided to take the back road home.
And…………………………. I ended up playing in the woods. I climbed trees. “Alright tree, prepare to be climbed.”
“Ah!!! Feel that wind.”
I threw sticks as far as I could. “She’s winding back folks… and here’s the pitch. WOAH! It’s going… going… gone!” (I’m a baseball fan.)
I rolled down grassy hills.
“AAAAHHHHHH!!!” I guess you could say became just a little bit side tracked.
Finally, I realized I had better be getting home. I snatched up my hat and bags that I had set down in the grass, and ran home.
I walked into the house. My Mother came running in. Suddenly, she saw me, halted, and threw her arms in the air. “KIT!”
“YES? What’s Wrong?!” I asked urgently.
“YOU ALMOST GAVE ME A HEART ATTACK!”
“HUH?! Oh! My chores!” I glanced at the clock. I had been out almost 2 hours. “I’m so sorry Mom! I’ll do them right away!” I apologized, setting my things on the chair. I started to walk out of the room.
“No!” She stopped me in my tracks. She calmed down a little and pleaded, “Why were you at Betty’s jewelry store on Main!”
“Oh… for a reporting job.” I explained a little confused. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. You always let me go to report anything I want. I just went ahead and did it…”
“No Kit, not ‘anything,’ and you know it.”
I looked down. “Sorry. But…why were you so scared?”
“Mr. Gibson just called and asked me if you were at home. I said ‘no.’ He said that an hour ago, there was another attempted ROBBERY at the same jewelry store! He told me that you were supposed to be there today!”
“Woah! Another one!” I shouted excitedly. “This is getting crazy! I WAS JUST THERE! The hobo boy must have attempted it again right after I left!!!” I looked at my Mom, who did not look pleased.
“Umm… whoops?” I tried to correct myself.
My Mom raised an eyebrow.
“But Mom… this is just so exciting… it’s my chance! This is preparing me to be a serious reporter.”
“Kit! that’s just it. Your not being serious enough. I was so worried! This is not fun and games. It’s at times like this that I wish there was some sort of device that would allow me to check up on you wherever you are. Like a telephone that you could take with you anywhere.” I wanted to smile at my Mom’s imagination, but this was serious. She went on, “I was a little angry at Mr. Gibson for telling you to go by yourself. He explained on the telephone that maybe the story is too big, and maybe you are too inexperienced. I disagree but…”
“He said that?! No. I can handle this!” I protested. I knew Mr. Gibson was starting to get more interested in the story, or else he wouldn’t suggest that.
She took a deep breath. “Kit. I know you can handle the story. I am worried about you being in the mist of the action. That’s why I am going to agree with Mr. Gibson… that… you need someone there beside you. ”
“What do you mean?” I asked sadly.
“Kit, If you really want to do this… I mean really… I will not allow you to go by yourself. You are going to have to go with another one of Mr. Gibson’s reporters. I don’t want you to get involved.”
I frowned at those words. Did no one have any faith in me? “I can handle this…” I repeated sobbingly, “By myself.”
“No, Kit. I love you, and I want you to follow your dreams, but I also want you to be safe doing it. This person will make sure you don’t get yourself into trouble. Do not make me doubt my decision to even let you go to that place.”
I muttered dejectedly, “Alright Mom. For you.”
The End of Part Three!
*Insert biggest evil smile in the world* JK. 😀 I really hope you all are enjoying it so far. I know Kit’s Mom is being very generous. (I wouldn’t let my kid go to the scene of a robbery, even if the robber was “proclaimed” to be a little hobo boy.) This is what has to happen though, for the story to move on. LOL. Bye for now guys!