A Nancy Drew Mystery

I was on a trip with a bunch of people from my high school to explore a very old mansion. However, the lady who ran and lived at the mansion was very odd. She was older, but seemingly rich with qualities that tried to make her look young (straight blonde hair, expensive clothing, makeup, etc.) She seemed hesitant to let the students onto the property. We mainly explored outside. I believe the home once belonged to a very wealthy family in the 1800s. It was a dreary day outside. One of the students in our group (who resembled Jack) was the son of the woman and actually lived at the house. We were shocked because he didn’t dress or act like he lived in an enormous mansion. His grandmother, the woman, didn’t seem to like her grandson very much. I believe we caught them arguing. I think in an attempt to help Jack, who hinted something was going on, I explored the basement with him, even though we weren’t supposed to. It wasn’t very nice, it was dark. We didn’t find anything, but the woman found us. I think we were trapped in the basement, and we couldn’t get back to our group of school friends. Instead, we were taken onto a school bus at night. The bus took us to this place in the middle of nowhere that was very suspicious. Both women and men were at the place, which resembled an army training ground or something. The two genders were kept separate, and we had like barracks where we were forced to sleep. It seemed like we were being kept there to be used for some reason, but no one knew why. Each night, a group of stray kittens would come to sleep on my bed. We were given meals and watched out the window as more people were brought into the camp. They had to wait in long lines and often looked scared. One day, I was watching the line. A friend I had made and I were using a very old TV in one of the common rooms. An Indian woman and her young daughter were in line, and the daughter was crying. The woman couldn’t calm down her daughter. I took both by the arm, and I led them into the common room. As best as I could, I explained the situation wasn’t that bad, and the girl stopped crying. I also promised to figure out what was going on. At this point, I was Nancy Drew instead of myself. As I led the two back to the line, I intentionally let a guard spot me. I wanted to know what he would do to me. However, as punishment, he said he would be sending my boyfriend, Ned, somewhere else, who was on the boy’s side. I was furious, and I didn’t want Ned to get into trouble. I was able to find Ned being taken onto a bus, and I started a scene where I started screaming. Ned seemed to know what I was doing. He told the guards that I should be taken away. At that point, we were both put on the bus to go somewhere else. Before the bus pulled away, I called out the window to a friend to take care of the cats.