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// Chapter 1:    Suspicions 
// Story: The Magician's Secret 
// by MLP Sparkle Star 
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My name is Rosalina Snow but just call me Detective. It all started when I was a filly, watching those mystery movies like Indiana Jones or Inspector Gadget (Who really wasn't a detective but whatvever) with my family or my sister. It made me want to be a cop or detective when I was young. It pushed me to get good grades in school. I got an "A+" in every class but social studies. That was just an "A". 
I was in choir for a little bit until they kicked me out for "not participating", which also brought down my grade. My mother told me to join choir since I needed to "Loosen up a bit" or "Stop being so serious". It sort of hurt my feelings a bit since I was getting good grades in almost every class. For all I know, she should be proud of me.
Then, on my senior year at 16 years old (since I was excelling in school, I moved up 2 grades), I graduated the youngest senior and even got my own award. After that day, I immediately tried to join the police academy. I still remember the name of that place to this day... Equestrian Police Acedemia. I trained hard, I ate fast to get back to training, and I pushed everyone away so I could keep up with my training. It may seem rude, but I didn't go to the police academy to make friends.
About 3 years later, after I graduated there, I bought my own house in Canterlot, where, I've heard, has the most "accidents" happen. I wanted my training to be put to the test in the best way possible by starting with something hard. Then, all the little things that happen will seem like nothing to me.
I told my parents about my plan before I graduated and, like any parent would do, almost convinced me not to go.

"Why?" I said at the time. "Why am I not allowed to move to Canterlot?"

They kept telling me, "It's too dangerous!" Or "You'll be leaving us here by ourselves!" It was rediculous! I could visit them whenever I wanted to (when I'm not doing a police task). I told them the exact same thing. Of course, they were not on board with the idea at first but agreed to the decision.
I soon told my sister about it and she was okay with my decision. In fact, she wanted me to leave (I bet she just wanted my room). But, since everyone was okay with me moving to Canterlot, I guess I should go ahead and move.
And that's where my story begins, moving to Canterlot and becoming a detective. Guess they'll have to call me Detective Snow now. But, the second I move in, Princess Celestia decides to welcome me with a new house only costing 38 bits. I took it as a starter home until I raised enough money to buy my own. It was a one story house that was basically half-way off of a cliff with a balcony. The wallpaper inside was and old one with roses here and there and the roof looked as if it were about to fall on top of me. I used my unicorn magic to put a beacon connecting the ceiling and the floor since I wasn't much of an architect. I would have to hire one but, until then, this would have to do.
I began to decorate the house with my couch and loveseat which matched my glass coffee table. I set up my clock and fake tree in the living room also. I had to buy a new bed since, a year ago, my sister broke the wood to the headboard. Of course, the cheapest one was three hundred sixty-nine bits. I had just bought food for the week so I don't think I could buy it.
I check the refrigerator and noticed how disgusting it was. There were maggots and leaches eating the corpse of a dead squirrel. I immediately shut it and and realized I need to make a list of things wrong with this house to save enough money and buy them. I grabbed a piece of paper and pencil and wrote down the three things I noticed I needed so far: new fridge, new bed, and, so far, new walls, ceiling, and floor. "Why floor?" You may ask. Well, I checked all 4 bedrooms and saw that, in the master bedroom, there was a massive hole in the floor. It was so big, in fact, you couldn't get to the other side of the room.
I decided to look around since I just moved in to the most "amazing" house in the neighborhood.  I knew I couldn't have anyone over at the second though. I didn't want anybody over because I'm not much of the one to make friends but was friendly. I walked over to the house that was left to my house and knocked on their door. The pony was wearing  a black cloak, hiding its face from anyone seeing it. All I could see was a shaved beard. He walked up to me with a frown as if he were mad or sad. I pretended to smile, showing my teeth even if I was sweating.

"Hello, sir." I said, attempting to shake his hoof. "I'm your new neighbor to your left. I came to say 'hi' and-"

"I don't say 'hi' to nopony!" He yelled back, pushing my hoof away. I saw that his hooves were gray. "I don't accept visitors either!"

Was this guy Ebenezer Scrooge or something? All I said was "hi".

"Um, sorry, sir, but, I just wanted to say 'hello' to you-"

"I don't care! I'm about to have dinner soon and I do not want to be interrupted!"

He slammed the door just like that. It gave me suspicions on what could he be hiding so secret he can't let anyone in his house? I had to investigate...