A/N: I do not own any of the characters that belong to Carolyn Keene or Franklin W. Dixon. I own nothing. Awesome.

Also, thanks Frankie for inspiring me to try harder in my writing!

My Big Fat Greek Mystery

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I groaned as I groggily sat up in bed. I glanced at the time as I shut off the alarm. 6:00a.m. I know that it's summer and I shouldn't be waking up this early, but I would probably pass out in the heat if I ran at the time I would prefer to wake up, which would be 12 in the afternoon. I didn't even want to run, but I had promised George that I would run with her. She had made me feel guilty of my unhealthy choices by staring at my lunch the other day, which had consisted of potato chips, a chocolate bar, a soda (non-diet), and a VERY high calorie sandwich that had tasted so good, but was so bad for me. I quickly got out of bed and headed into the bathroom to get ready. The phone rang about four seconds after I got out of the shower, which annoyed me because my hands were still wet. None the less, I picked up the phone and saw that it was George. She was probably whining that I took too long in the shower. I flipped my cell open to get rid of the weird and very annoying ringtone I had put for George's caller I.D.

"Hello?" I muttered.

"Where are you? I just got the most amazing news from Bess!"

My curiosity immediately peaked.

"What? What's the news?"

"Uh-uh. No way. You need to come outside ready to run before we tell you."

I groaned again.

"You. Have. Got. To. Be. Kidding."

She knew how much I absolutely HATED being kept in the dark. How could she do this to me?

"How can you do this to me?" I whined.

"I'm not kidding and there will be no information for you unless you come out here."

I could almost see the smug look of satisfaction that must have been on her face.

"Fine. I'll be right out."

I hung up and sprinted back into the bathroom to finish by pulling on some running shorts, a t-shirt I got from the local Greek festival, and my favorite sneakers that were worn from use. I was pulling my wet hair into a ponytail as I ran out the door.

"Nancy! Aren't you going to have breakfast first?" Our housekeeper, Hannah, shouted after me.

"I will after my run, I'm not going to be out that long today."

"Okay then. Have fun!" She smiled and waved as I walked out to the front yard.

Bess and George only lived a few blocks away from me, so I was able to sprint there in a matter of minutes.

"What *gasp* is *gasp* the *gasp* news?" I continued to try to breathe.

George burst out laughing, and Bess was trying oh so hard to not laugh, but her face grew increasingly red from her efforts.

"See, now if you hadn't eaten that sandwich, you might still be able to breathe. And if you got shoes with better traction, you would have gotten here faster." George teased.

I gave her my best death glare, well; as good as it can be from a girl hunched over try not to die from a lack of oxygen.

"Wow that got you over here fast." Bess smirked.

"Just tell me the news. Please."

Bess and George glanced at each other, the mocking tone left behind as excitement filled their faces.

"Do you remember our friend Emily from middle school?" George asked.

"The one who moved to Greece? Yeah. Why?"

Well," Bess started excitedly. "She got some kind of athletic scholarship to a top-ranked college in Greece. So, she is inviting a bunch of people who were her friends to spend two weeks in Greece for a celebration…"

"You guys got invited?" I asked. I was immediately filled with happiness for them, but at the same time I felt a prick of jealousy.

"No, WE got invited!" Bess motioned to the three of us. "We're going to Greece!" She squealed.

My feeling of jealousy went away in no time. I felt the excitement coursing through me. Greece? I had always wanted to go there. The sites, the history, the food, the fun. Bess pulled out some brochures and we started pouring through them, pointing out places we wanted to go. I soon lost myself in the planning. I was going to Greece.

This was my first time writing. What did everybody think? Please review. Pretty please with a cherry on top. That is how badly I want YOU to review. That's pretty desperate. :)