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After-School Detectives – Love Haiku

Posted by cyberpfalcon on October 26, 2012

After-School Detectives Logo“I’m James, and that’s Sheryl. So, how can we help you?” I said to the girl who had approached us as Sheryl finished writing down our club name, After-School Detectives, on the clubroom request form.

“I’m Virginia, from Ms. Greene’s class. And… well…” Virginia looked left and right nervously, as if trying to make sure no one was listening to us. Then, flustered, she took out a letter. “I found this in my locker.”

Sheryl grabbed the letter and tried to take it from Virginia. However, the embarrassed Virginia was having a hard time letting go of it. There was a tug of war for a few moments before Virginia finally released her grip on the letter.

Smiling victorious, Sheryl opened the letter and proceeded to read it… out loud, “Dear Virginia, I-”

Virginia’s face redden and I grabbed the letter from Sheryl.

“Hey!” Sheryl yelled at me.

“Can’t you see that this is private?” I scolded Sheryl and gestured to Virginia’s now-scarlet face.

“Oh, right… Sorry.” Sheryl apologized sheepishly.

Sheryl and I read the letter in silence, and here’s what it said:


Dear Virginia,
I wrote this for you.

Your blonde hair glistens.
Your blue eyes are like the stars.
You are beautiful.

From your secret admirer


“Ooo,” Sheryl said, “You have a secret admirer. Seems to be some sort of love poem.”

Virginia blushed.

“A haiku, to be exact,” I said.

Sheryl gave me a puzzled look, “A what?”

“A haiku, you know, like what we’re doing for that assignment in English class?”

Sheryl didn’t say anything, but both her eyebrows raised up in an alarmed fashion.

I sighed and said, “You forgot, didn’t you?”

“… Yes.” Sheryl looked at me desperately, “When is it due?”


Sheryl’s face brightened up again, “Oh, I have time then.”

“Okay then…” I turned back to Virginia, “So, what do you want us to do?”

Sheryl piped in, “Find this guy and tell him to not send you any more creepy poems?”

“What? No!” said Virginia, “I’d like you to find him so that I can meet him.”

We both looked at Virginia’s red face.

“Don’t tell me,” said Sheryl, “That you’ve fallen in love with this guy just because of this haiku.”

Virginia placed both her hands on her cheeks and started imagining, “He must be a sensitive and handsome man. An artist. I have to meet him!”

Sheryl and I exchanged looks. Then Sheryl folded up the letter, and enthusiastically agreed, “Sure! The After-School Detectives are on it!”

And that’s how we ended up conducting a stake out on Virginia’s locker after-school.


“Alright, let’s do this!” Sheryl yelled.

We were behind a wall that allowed us to peek out and take a look at Virginia’s locker without being seen easily.

“Then maybe you should quiet down,” I said to Sheryl.

“Oh, right,” she said in a hushed tone.

“Alright, you keep an eye on Virginia’s locker, and I’ll keep a lookout for anyone coming down this hallway,” I said.

“Okay,” Sheryl poked her head out a bit, while I leaned back on a locker, looking down the hallway that we were in.

About ten minutes later, Sheryl tapped me on the shoulder, “Look James, someone is heading towards Virginia’s locker.”

I poked my head out as well and saw a boy heading towards the locker. He stopped in the area and turned so that his back faced us.

“That’s got to be him!” said Sheryl.

“Wait!” I yelled.

But it was too late, Sheryl jumped up and yelled, “Stop right there!”

“W- What?” The boy turned around in surprise as the locker opened – the locker next to Virginia’s.

There was a silence in the air as Sheryl realized what just happened. A moment later, she recomposed herself and muttered, “Never mind, I thought you were someone else.”

“O- Okay.” The boy went back to his business.

“Why didn’t you stop me?!” Sheryl scolded me in an annoyed, hushed voice.

“I tried.” I said.

“… Right, sorry.”

We resumed our positions again. After fifteen minutes or so, Sheryl poked me in the shoulder again and whispered excitedly, “There’s someone else heading towards the target!”

We watched as another boy headed towards the area. He stopped in front of Virginia’s locker and took out a letter.

“Ah ha! Gotcha!” Sheryl stepped out and pointed a finger at the boy, “Stop right there!”

“Huh?” The boy turned around while his hand was slipping the letter into the locker – the one above Virginia’s.

There was a pause as Sheryl realized what had happened.

“Ah!” she yelled in frustration. “Never mind! Go back to what you were doing!”

“Okay…” The boy said, puzzled. Nonetheless, he finished slipping the letter into the locker above Virginia’s and left.

We resumed our positions again, but nothing happened for over an hour, at which point, we went home for the day.


“So, did you finish your haiku?” I asked Sheryl the next day, as we headed into English class.

“Yeah, it was easy,” she said, “I’m really proud of it!”

“Oh? Can I see it?”

“You’ll hear it when Ms. White asks me to read mine,” Sheryl said, giving me an excited smile.

And indeed, I did get to hear it since Ms. White, our English teacher, was asking everyone in the class to read their haiku. Sheryl was fourth in line, and here’s her haiku:


Mysteries abound,
The world is full of puzzles.
I will solve them all!


I had to read mine too, of course, but I am slightly embarrassed by my haiku, so I won’t delve into it. Say what you will about Sheryl’s haiku, but at least it’s sincere, unlike mine, which I wrote just to pass the assignment.

We spent the next half an hour or so listening to more haiku. Some were good, and some were bad.

Then, Brett, a classmate, got up to read his haiku:


Your blonde hair glistens.
Your blue eyes are like the stars.
You are beautiful.


Sheryl and I looked at each other as soon as we heard the haiku.

“That’s the same haiku!” Sheryl whispered, since we were still in class. “Brett must be the one who put that letter in Virginia’s locker!”


“Hey Brett! Hold on.” I said, getting Brett’s attention when we were outside of the classroom after English class had ended.

“What’s up, James?”

“We know you slipped that love letter into Virginia’s locker,” I said quietly.

Brett was taken aback. “What? How did you find out?”

“… You just read the exact same haiku in class.”

“Right…” Brett regained his composure. “Well, what do you two want? Does she know? Are you going to blackmail me now?”

“What?” Sheryl said in surprise, “No, Virginia asked us to find out who you were so that she could meet you.”

“Really?” Brett smiled excitedly.

“Yeah,” I answered, “She’ll be in our classroom at lunch to get an update, you two can meet then.”


Sheryl and I watched as Brett and Virginia walked away, happily chatting.

“Well, that was easy,” said Sheryl.

“Yeah,” I replied.

“I was hoping for something more exciting…”

I smirked a little. “We’re just kids in an after-school club, how exciting can it get?”

“Hm…, well, maybe the next case will be about a gang of lunch money thieves. Or maybe about a food scandal at the cafeteria. Or ooooh, maybe even one about aliens! Yeah, that would be cool!”

I smiled as Sheryl continued chattering away, excited to see what the next case will bring us.

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After-School Detectives

Posted by cyberpfalcon on October 23, 2012

After-School Detectives Logo“I deem thee Watson!”

I turned around to face the girl sitting at the desk behind me. The girl was Sheryl Holmes. We had met in the first grade, and ever since then, we were what one would call friends. Giving her a curious stare, I asked the only question that could be asked, “What?”

“I’m going to start a detective agency, so you should be the Watson to my Holmes.”

I raised an eyebrow at her suggestion. Ever since she was little, Sheryl’s dad had been reading mystery stories to her, so that was probably what brought this on, “Your dad’s been reading you mystery stories again?”

“Nope, I read them myself,” she beamed proudly. “And from now on, call me Holmes!”

“… No.”

“W- Why?!”

“Just because you two share the same surname doesn’t mean that you’re anything like Sherlock Holmes.”

“… fine, but I’m still calling you Watson!”

“No, Sheryl, please don’t.”

“Waaaatson,” she said, with a playful tone in her voice.

I gave up and sighed. At this moment, our seventh grade teacher, Ms. Grey, entered the classroom and greeted the class, sparing me from any more of Sheryl’s usual craziness.

The class listened as Ms. Grey rambled through the morning announcements (well, it felt rambling to me, at least). When she was done, Sheryl started up her usual craziness again. Standing up in a dramatic fashion, Sheryl declared, “Ms. Grey, I have an announcement.”

Although taken aback, Ms. Grey recomposed herself quickly and allowed it, “Sure, go ahead, Sheryl.”

Oh no, this can’t be good.

Sheryl walked up to the front of the classroom. Proudly, she said, “I would like to announce that me and Watson are going to be starting a mystery solving club after-school. So come to us if you have anything you need solving!”

The class sat in silence at the strange announcement. It was a while before someone thought to ask, “Who’s Watson?”

“Oh!” Sheryl pointed at me, “That’s James’ new nickname.”

Sitting in my seat, the only thing that I could do was shake my head as Sheryl happily (and oblivious to the stares from the rest of the class) headed back to her seat.

After Sheryl had sat down, Ms. Grey got up and smiled to the class, “Alright class, let’s flip open our textbooks to page ninety-seven.”


The last bell of the day rung. Sheryl packed her things up excitedly, “C’mon, let’s go, Watson!”

“To where?”

“Why, it’s elementary, my dear Watson. To our clubroom of course!”

I sighed at the use of that name again. Then I realized that I had some leverage now, “If you keep calling me that, then I’m not going to join your club.”

“What? But-”

“No buts, Sheryl, that’s my condition.”

“Alright, fine…,” she pouted.

Two minutes later though, she was back to her energetic self as she enthusiastically opened the door to an empty clubroom, “Welcome to our new clubroom!”

We stepped inside and looked around. And that’s when I noticed the many books on chess that were on the shelves. And all those chess boards on the tables.

Oh, Sheryl, please tell me you didn’t do what I think you did, I thought to myself.

“What are you two doing here?” A voice from the doorway asked. There were a bunch students there now.

Sheryl turned around in surprise, “This is our clubroom!”

“No, this is our clubroom.”

“We got here first!”

We all stood there in silence for a moment.

Finally, I said, “Sheryl, that’s not how it works.”


“You didn’t fill out a clubroom request form, did you?”

Sheryl looked at me with surprise, “We have to do that?”

I furrowed my brows, “Yes.”

I ushered Sheryl out of the room so that the Chess Club could get on with their lives.


Sheryl and I were walking out of the office with a clubroom request form when a girl from our class ran up to us, “Sheryl! James!”

It was Kelly, and she had a panicked look on her face. “I can’t find my backpack!”

Sheryl grinned, it was going to be our first case after all. “Don’t worry, we’ll help you!”

Kelly smiled gratefully, “Thank you!”

“So, let’s start by…” Sheryl’s voice trailed off.

Kelly and I waited for Sheryl to finish her sentence. And then I realized that Sheryl had no idea where to start, so I chimed in, “Retracing your steps?”

“Right!” Sheryl said. “So, did you have your bag with you when you came in this morning?”

Kelly put a finger onto her lip as she thought back to this morning, “Yes, I remember carrying it into our first class.”

We ended back in Ms. Grey’s now-empty classroom. Sheryl asked Kelly, “So, then what?”

“Well, I remember carrying it with me to our next class.”

The three of us went to two more classrooms like this, with Kelly remembering that she still had her bag with her when she left the classrooms.

Our next stop was our homeroom again where she had lunch with her friends. Kelly thought back once again and said, “After I ate lunch, I had to go to the library to return some books.”

We entered the library next, and Kelly walked over to a table. “I put my bag down here, and took my books out.”

Kelly walked over to the reception, “Then I put the books into the return slot here. And then…”

“And then?” Sheryl asked, excited.

“Ah, and then the bell rang, so I headed to the next classroom.”

“Alright, let’s go!”

As the two girls headed towards the door, I realized that they had forgotten something, so I shouted, “Wait!”

Everyone in the library gave me a hard stare and the librarian shushed me. I looked around apologetically and said, “Sorry.”

The two girls headed back to me and Sheryl asked, “What?”

I turned to Kelly and asked her, “So you put the books in the return slot and headed out of the library right after that?”


“… Doesn’t that mean you left your bag at that desk?”

Kelly stared at me, and then she suddenly realized what I was talking about, “You’re right!”

Everyone stared at us again and the librarian gave us a harsher shush.

In a hushed voice, Sheryl said, “But the bag isn’t here now! That means someone stole it!”

“Oh no!” Kelly pressed her hands to her mouth, tears welling in her eyes.

“Or,” I said, “It could just be in the lost and found.”

Kelly’s face brightened and she wiped the tears from her eyes, “Right, let me check!”

She walked over to the librarian at the reception area and describe her lost bag. The librarian disappeared into the back for a few minutes before coming out with a pink bag. She held the bag up and asked, “Is this the one?”

“Yes!” Kelly took the bag from the librarian, “Thank you!”

Kelly then hugged Sheryl, “Thank you, Sheryl.”

After the hug, Sheryl gave Kelly a thumbs up and proclaimed, “No problem! That’s what we after-school detectives do!”

And for the third time, everyone in the library stared at us again as the librarian shushed us.

Sheryl pouted, “Oh, give me a break! We just solved our first case!”

Grumbling collectively, the patrons went back to their activities.

“Thank you too, James.” Kelly gave me a hug.

“No problem,” I said.

We headed out of the library and Kelly waved goodbye to us happily as she walked down the hallway in the other direction.

Hm, that felt nice. Maybe Sheryl’s on to something. Maybe this little mystery solving club will be worthwhile. After all, we are helping people.


I sat down in my seat in homeroom the next day, in front of a fidgety Sheryl. “What’s wrong?”

“I can’t think of a name for the club,” she said, gesturing to the clubroom request form in front of her.

A girl, looking embarrassed and flustered, walked up to us, “Hey… You guys are the After-School Detectives, right?”

Sheryl’s ears perked at the mention of that phrase. She smiled a big grin and looked at me for approval.

I smiled back and nodded.

“Yes, we are!” Sheryl replied as she scribbled the name down onto the form.

And that was how the After-School Detective was formed.

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Sheryl Holmes break

Posted by cyberpfalcon on October 16, 2012

Well, with the current case finished, we’ll be taking our usual one week break.
However, next week, we’ll be back with a “re-imagining” that a commenter had suggested. This version will feature Sheryl as a child “detective” and will be a more light-hearted slice-of-life.

Now for those of you who do enjoy the original version, I do plan on continuing it, but I just want to give this idea a try first.

So tune back next week and I hope you enjoy the new version!

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The Case of the Broken Hearts – Epilogue

Posted by cyberpfalcon on October 13, 2012

Sheryl sat on the edge of her bed, with her head in her hands, thinking about the day’s events.

Mike walked in and leaned on the doorway, “I heard that you and Watson were arguing at the precinct today.”


Mike stood there for a few more moments, looking at his sister with concern. Then, he decided to leave her alone with her thoughts, “Alright, if you need me, I’ll be watching the game.”

Mike turned to leave, but Sheryl stopped him, asking, “Was I that bad, Mike?”

Mike hesitated, but in the end, he said, “Sometimes.”


“Look, kid, don’t beat yourself up too much about it. Neither of you were perfect.”

Sheryl contemplated that for a few moments before saying, “Thanks, Mike.”

Mike headed downstairs.

Sheryl sighed in frustration, trying to put her thoughts together. Frustrated, she grabbed a piece of candy from her desk and angrily ate it.

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The Case of the Broken Hearts – Chapter 18

Posted by cyberpfalcon on October 9, 2012

Watson returned to his team’s area after handing Elaine Miller over to a guard for booking. Detectives Wong and Nadir were working away on their computers, finishing up their reports for the case.

Sheryl sat at on a chair in the team’s area, her anger brewing. Finally, she said, in a tone that hid nothing, “Well, at least one cheater is behind bars.”

Watson looked at her, trying to keep his own temper under control, “Look, Sheryl, I -”

“No! You don’t get to ‘Look, Sheryl’ me after you -”

Watson couldn’t hold it any longer, after years of this, he finally had to get it off his chest. “Alright, that’s it! I’ve already apologized enough the first time! This time, I’m going to be honest about this!”

“Oh, like how you were so honest when you were cheating on me?!”

“No! This time, I’m going to tell you exactly why I cheated on you!”

“Oh, I’d looooove to hear this, do go on.”

“You were always trying to be Sherlock Holmes!”


Watson grabbed his hair at this. “So? So?! So you never cared about what I wanted!”

Sheryl paused before asking, “What?!”

“When we first met in high school, I was happy that someone actually liked my surname, instead of making fun of me for it. Then we started dating, or at least I thought we were, but all you wanted to do was turn me into Dr. Watson, turn me into your sidekick. Everything that you wanted to do had to be mystery related. I thought you loved me, but you were just in love with the name!”

Sheryl’s eye widen with the realization of what Watson was saying, as Watson continued, “Look, Sheryl. I’m sorry I cheated on you. I should have properly broken up with you, but I didn’t know how to tell you.”

“I- I-,” was all that the red-faced Sheryl could muster before rushing towards to elevator, with everyone staring at the both of them.

Katie put a comforting hand onto Watson’s shoulder, “You okay, Andrew?”

Detective Andrew Watson turned around to face her, “Yeah, I’ll be alright.”

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No Sheryl Holmes This Week

Posted by cyberpfalcon on October 5, 2012

Sorry, but unfortunately work crept up on me.
Hopefully she’ll be back next Tuesday.
Happy Thanksgiving to all the Canadians out there. 🙂

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