“ here is Isaac Newton. He was born about 17th century and here is Walt Disney. He’s the first creator of cartoons in colors.” Captain says. “ what? 7th avenue street?” Nick says. “ and here, he’s the best writer I think. He always wrote a diary ‘til he died. His diary right now is in 7th avenue street, CA San Francisco. Its too much far if we go from here. But now, peoples has been took that house.” “ 7th avenue street, CA San Francisco?” “ his name’s Wilson Vary. He was born in Toronto.” “ oh my gosh… my diary!? 7th avenue street!?” “ Nick, what’s wrong?” Jessica says. “ later I’ll tell.” Nick really cant believe that 7th avenue street is…
“ 7th, 7th , 7th…” Nick says. “ hey, you’re kind stress.” Jessica says. “ ok, 7th avenue street, CA San Francisco is my house!” “ huh? Really? Well, I never go to your house before. But I still don’t believe you. Can you say 1 more time again?” “ no, and about the diary.. I save it in the box. In my room. Yesterday it was gone. I don’t know why.” “ so, that means Wilson’s all stuff is in your house.” “ maybe. My mom never know about it. She always stay at home and doing her job as a dentist.” “ mmm… you’ve read all about Wilson’s diary?” “ yea, but not much. I just remember the last page before he died.” “ so, he wrote about what?” “ about… o yea… he really happy to get the trophy after the competition.” “ anything else?” “ nope. I just remember that. O brother I cant believe Wilson had living in my house. And leave all stuff he had. I wanna find in storage. You wanna help Jessica?” “ ok after school.”
Looks like Nick scared go to the storage. After school Nick and Jessica go to Nick’s house immediately. And then…
“ mom, I’m coming…” Nick says. “ yea, hey what’s your name?” Mom says. “ I’m Jessica. Nice to meet you Ms.” Jessica says. “ oh, just call me.. Ms Will ok!?” “ ok ms Will.” ( and mom leaving Nick and Jessica )…. “ ok Jessica, let’s go to the storage.”
In the storage…
“ wow, all stuffs in here. So dirt.” Jessica says. “ shut up, I want you help me find Wilson’s all stuffs in here. I hope I can find it all.” Nick says. “ hey look, what’s that?” “ what? Hey…” “ yea, he’s a best man…” “ a trophy…” “ really? Is that? Yea, that’s the trophy. Is that Wilson’s stuff?” “ I think yes. See, name is Wilson Vary.” “ anything else?” “ just help me Nick, hey…you wanna me help you. I’m sorry. I’ve already helping you to find the trophy.” “ ok, now find another stuff. Jessica, don’t walk in there.” “ why?” “ that’s a blood in there.” “ huh, o yea… its kind of human blood.” “maybe. I need to zoom… I need a camera.” “ here, I bring it.” “ now that’s weird.( accidently Nick open the door behind him.) this is weird ok, I’ve never seen this before. ‘cause I’m not always go here too.” “ Nick, what are you doing?” “ what?” “ the door’s open behind you.” “ huh? Oh no, what a mess…” “ this room is so dirt.” “ Jessica, I’ve never see this room before. I just know that I just have the storage. But why this storage has another door?” “ you mean another room again?” “ hey look, the pen, blood, knives?” “ so much blood in here. Nick, you said the last thing before Wilson died was he wrote a diary. Maybe Wilson wrote with that pen.” “ I don’t know about his history. I don’t know about his life. Its long time ago. The problem is, my diary actually is belongs to Wilson. I continue it the next page.” “ so, where’s the diary?” “ I save it in my room. In the box. But its gone yesterday. I feel so wrong…” “ Nick, I know now you’re in trouble but… I guess and I really sure you can find all the truth about his life. And who stole the diary.” “ ok, thanks… I wanna take all stuffs in here. Knives, pen, trophy, photos.” “ and give to heroes museum?” “ later..”
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