Blog 6

The trumpets of elephants and bouncy circus show tunes could be heard throughout the town, permeating The Foxberry and finding their way into Stephanie’s apartment. When they started early this morning, they woke the majority of the residents, but Stephanie was already awake.

The box’s contents, Aydar's note, the hammer, and new diary were strewn on the floor in front of her, as well as her own notes about possible connections between the objects. She had employed her critical thinking skills, still dusty due to infrequent use after high school, and created a chart titled, “Know, Think, Wonder.”

Know: Someone took photos of me. There was a diary in the wall of Mr. Evan’s previous apartment. Mr. Evans is dead.

Think: Whoever took the photos wanted me to find the diary and hammer. They are connected to Evan’s death.

Wonder: Who took the photos? Why was the diary in the wall? Who killed Evans?

The curiosity and frustration with what little progress she had made overcame her, and she pulled on her boots and winter coat. How could she possibly figure out the mystery of these seemingly random objects, without anything else? How could she start feeling safe again?

She stood up quickly, grabbing her notes and tearing them out before scribbling a new one to Oliver:

Heading to the grocery. Text me if you need anything.
Love, Stephanie
But she wasn’t headed to the grocery store. Instead of heading South on E. Water Way, she dashed across the street and into a side door of the police station.

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  1. AnonymousFebruary 13, 2019 at 10:03 AM

    “Think: Whoever took the photos wanted me to find the diary and hammer. They are connected to Evan’s death.”
    How are you/were you connected to Mr. Evans before his death?
    Inner thoughts are good but character interaction could help with character development/advancing your connection to Mr. Evans and the pictures of you.

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  2. UnknownFebruary 13, 2019 at 10:13 AM

    What do you like about the topic sentence?
    It sets up a happy surrounding, but ends up contrasting with Stephanie’s ignorance of the circus and focus on solving the mystery.
    What do you want to know about them?
    What is motivating her to solve the mystery alone, as opposed to going to the police?
    One thing you are unclear about the character, give them a suggestion about how to clarify this.
    What is her background story? Maybe include information about her past.
    Give them a suggestion on how to develop characterization.
    Develop her relationship with Oliver.

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