K&K Mystery's (Mossfur8)

== Chapter 1 ==
Rain pattered against the windowsill and the front door creaked with every gust of wind. Kat pushed her glasses up her nose like she always did when she was nervous. Kat looked over at her twin sister, Kit, who looked almost nothing like her. Kat had dark brown, curly hair while her sister had bright red hair as straight as can be. Kit had freckles all over her face while Kat had none. Even though they looked nothing alike, they were best friends, and nothing could separate them. Kit looked over at her sister and pointed upwards. Kat nodded her head and they both got up. They both walked over to the stairs and started climbing them. Each wooden board groaned with each step as if it was alive. When they got to the top, they turned and went into a room with two small inflatable mattresses with a white comforter on each one. Kat looked up at the hole in the roof, which they had tried to fix with duct tape and a pool cover that had blown away in the wind. The pool cover was now tattered and had a few holes, but for the most part, it was keeping the rain outside. The two girls sat next to each other on one of the mattresses, huddled together under the comforter. Their parents had disappeared about two years ago now, but at least they had each other. At least they had their secret.
Kat woke up to the sound of sizzling. It smelled just like bacon, so she went downstairs to see what Kit was cooking. When she got to the bottom, she turned left to take a look at the kitchen. There it was, what looked like bacon, smelled like bacon, and probably tasted like bacon too. Kit looked turned away from the frying pan to look at Kat. She smiled, her teeth glowing. Kat looked at the pan. “That isn’t real bacon, is it?” The twins were both vegetarian, and they were both very careful about eating meat. Kit shook her head and made motions with her hands. While some people would have no idea what she was doing, Kat looked at her sister and understood. “Ok, good. Just making sure.” Kit was very quiet. She didn’t talk much, only when she absolutely needed to. Some people thought she didn’t talk at all. Kit and Kat had a secret though, a secret only they knew about. One night on the day before their birthday, when their parents were still there, they went to sleep in their warm comfy beds. They both had the same dream, one about their parents running away from a burning house. Their house. They had told the twins to keep looking for them. Never stop. They gave them a watch that never moved, but somehow still ticked. “When the watch starts to move, we will be together again.” Then they ran away, never to be seen again. The twins woke up from this strange dream in the middle of the night, standing hand in hand in front of the burning house. In their hands was the watch, forever ticking. That was the night that their parents disappeared. That was the night that Kit & Kat discovered they could read minds. 
Kat brushed her thick hair so it was smooth. She walked out of the house with her eyes shining, ready to take on the day. She got onto the bus to the farmer’s market to sell the food that she and her sister had grown. Kat used her mind-reading as an advantage to sell her produce, looking into their mind to see what they want, then telling them more about the thing they’re thinking about. Some people wonder why Kat, a child with no parents, was so good with her customers. Some people thought that she just knew her customers very well, and she guessed that was true. But she couldn’t help when the other vendors asked how she did it. “I just get along well with people,” she said. Kat was about to close down the stall for the day when she felt something inside her. It was Kit’s voice. Kat closed her eyes and focused all of her attention on Kit. “What is it?” she asked. In the darkness, she could see the words coming out of her mouth, glowing, swirling, all the way until they reached her sister. Kit was crouched down on the ground, peering into something Kat could not see. “Come back to the house! You won’t believe what I found.” Kat opened her eyes again, the lights and the sounds of the farmers market coming back to her. She quickly gathered her fruits veggies and spices, then headed over to Mr. Tomman’s stall. “How’s my favorite customer doing today?” he said with a smile. Mr. Tomman owned the tofu stall, where they regularly came to buy things. Kat pushed her glasses up her nose and shifted from one foot to the other. Mr. Tomman noticed and pulled out a bag of tofu. “I see you’re in a hurry today. Well, see you tomorrow then!”
“Will do,” Kat replied as she hurried to get on the bus.
The bus dropped Kat off in front of a house with maroon wood siding and vines growing all over it. She ran up to it and pushed through the big white doors, looking around the living room to see where Kit was. She closed her eyes and asked, “Where are you?”
“Up here!” Kit replied. Kat rushed up the stairs and into their room. She found Kit crouched in front of a tiny door with an even tinier keyhole. Kit turned around to face her sister. She smiled at her sister wide. The door had been there as long as either of them could remember, or at least as long as they were living there. After they had found it together, they had both decided to look for the key that fit the lock. After a year though, they still hadn’t found it. Kat gave up, but Kit never stopped searching. This ended up in a pile of keys by her mattress, and Kit tested them daily as if one of them would suddenly shrink and fit the lock. Kat looked at the door again, realizing what she had missed. There was a key in the lock. And the door was open.
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