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The next day, Cinnamon, Nutmeg and I headed to the abandoned shed, our arms full with supplies we had gotten. Nutmeg and Cinnamon began painting the walls in different colours; one purple (my idea), one blue for Cinny and one red (Nutmeg wouldn’t listen to me when I *tried* to tell her that red would COMPLETELY clash with the other two colours. Obviously, she just HAD to choose an odd colour and do the exact opposite of what I advised her *add eyeroll emoji here*)

They painted the rest of the shed pink, and it took them aaaages. Well, at least it gave me time to redecorate!

Cinnamon must have told you that I’m pretty rich, so my parents were more than delighted to donate some of their furniture that was ‘too last-century to use’. I placed a small table in one corner and got three bean bags to circle it. Nutmeg dragged the couch to the opposite corner and Cinnamon put up the silk curtains I had gotten. In the other end of the room, we put two small desks and a black cupboard. Nutmeg hung up the fairy lights and overall, our little clubhouse looked pretty great!

Suddenly, I remembered something very, very important.

“OMG!” I exclaimed. “We did all of this, but we forgot to choose a name for our club!”

Cinnamon shrieked loudly and clapped her hands. “I’ve got it!” she cried. “Hazel, Abigale and Sarah named themselves The Golden Trio after the Harry Potter series. Why not call ourselves The Silver Trio?”

“That’s a great idea, Cinnamon!” Nutmeg said, snatching the words right out of my mouth. So I just nodded vigorously and Cinnamon’s face turned pink with pleasure. “The Silver Trio it is,” she said, smiling broadly.

After that, we kept meeting in the clubhouse everyday. Cinnamon had made a sign with our club’s name on it and had hung it up on the main door. The moment Nutmeg saw it, she shook her head and spray painted, “DO NOT ENTER, YOU IDIOT. MEMBERS ONLY.”

Cinnamon was horrified at her rudeness but I snorted in laughter. She also got snacks for us to munch on. What’s a club without snacks? (Even if they’re only cookies and milk.)

Every day, we reported it we had found anything mysterious, but for the next few days, nothing happened. School was boring (nothing new there), house was boring, club was boring, life was boring, boring, BORING. Until that one day…

I was having lunch with my school pals (oh, all three of us act like we aren’t friends at school. You know, to avoid suspicion. Did I forget to mention that?) All of a sudden, my bestie Sophia screamed.

I asked her what happened and all she could do was stammer through her tears. “M-My gold n-n-necklace!” she sobbed. “It’s g-g-GONE!”