Intro[]
My name is Monica Turtle. My name is Grant Griffon. We're here to tell our story. Yes the story of how my life ended. Grant! (Slapping noise). Ow! I'm kidding, I'm kidding, this is the story of when I got together with you. Better.
Chapter one: First clue[]
I am the daughter of the Mock Turtle. He named me Moanica, but thanks to my best friend forever after, Grant, I am known as Monica to everyone. Anyway, when we were eight, we sat in Wonderland playing croquet. Well, Grant was playing croquet, I was reading a book. "Hey Grant!" I called, causing him to mess up his swing. "What?" He asked, looking a little mad he had messed up. "This is an old word play book. You want to play?" I asked. "Okay, I do like games." Grant admitted. So I cleared my throat and said: "You have to say the first word that comes to your mind. Okay, here we go: tea." "Hatter." Grant said. "Silver." "Fork." "One more," I said, turning the page. "Beauty." "Monica." Grant said. "What?" I asked, certain I had heard him wrong. "Nothing!" Grant said quickly, turning back to his game and drawing an end to the subject.