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REALLY??!! *eats 2-year-old* NO ITS NOT!!!! TASTES NASTY!!!

*shay points to other plate*

oh... *eats girl scout* ur right...

"Uh..." Lonny started in desperation.
"You ROBBED their house? I knew it..." Claire started and grabbed Lonny by the neck, slamming him against a brick wall. "Who the hell are you? And I want your REAL name."
"I told you!" Lonny complained, grasping the hands at his throat.
Claire dropped him on the ground, her eyes like newly-sharpened knives.

So what?

Refrigerator Drawer

HEre

Lonny ran into a girl, falling backwards into the dirt. He glanced up to see the same girl that was at the building before.
"You..." they started in unison.
Claire's green eyes pierced his soul, seeming to swallow him up. "What are you doing here?" she asked, remembering how he'd robbed that other building. She saw the same sack in his hands. 'Did he...rob someone else?'
"N-Nothing," he stuttered, standing up.
Claire's eyes narrowed. "Explain nothing."

Lonny turned his head, seeing the girls and dog behind him. He took off, running as fast as his legs could take him (which was pretty fast) until he rounded a corner, then another. He again sneaked a glance behind himself. He'd lost them.

well...it's made with REAL girl scouts

Non-perfectionist!

Hamster MURDERER!!!

^-^ 1 virtual muffin comin right up

Lonny sprinted away from the house, another sack of goods in his arms. 'Thank goodness I got away in time...' he thought to himself, looking back to see the two girls and dog standing in the doorway. 'They'll never know and...well, I only took food.' He continued to make his getaway through the city streets. He looked back on the life he came from, frowning. Everything he'd left behind had been everything he'd ever wanted. Until...until he learned the truth. 'Why did I leave?' he again asked the famous question, slowing in his gait. But he knew the right answer. The true reason he left. To get away from the lies of his father. He shut his eyes, if only for a second, to recollect himself. Finally, he continued on his way back to the alley he called home.

Person who doesn't have an attention span longer than 2 minutes

"Same here," Catrina answered, waving politely. She turned to Claire. "You ready for 8th grade tomorrow, Fireball?"
Claire nudged her sister's arm. "I told you not to call me that!" she complained, feigning annoyance. But a playful smile gave her away until finally she answered yes.
"Nice, let's go find a place," Catrina announced, letting Claire hop onto her back for a piggyback ride home.

Claire skidded to a halt, the daggers still in her hands and slammed her back to the wall, breathing hard. She didn't answer when Catrina called her name, instead she hid the daggers and played dead.
When Catrina walked in to check on her she was mortified, ready to kill Crystal but she had to check. She sprinted over to her sister's body, falling on her knees to check her pulse. Her head went to her chest. Nothing. Her fingers darted to her neck. There she felt the small vibrations of blood rushing through her veins. She breathed a sigh of relief and stood. "Nice try, Claire. We're going," she announced, hands on her hips.
Claire groaned. "Ah...I hoped you wouldn't go for the neck."
Catrina smiled. "Who saved your butt yesterday?"
Claire rolled her eyes. "No one," she pouted, adverting her gaze to the side. But then a smile she couldn't hold back spread across her face and she ran to hug her sister, feeling tears of joy well up from inside her.

Storywriter

lol. ok, we done here. so...any 1 up 4 blueberry muffins?

"That is the real reason," Catrina continued to defend, her mind suddenly darting back and forth between excuses. 'If the police catch us...no. I can't let that happen.' "Really," she added with more authority in her voice.

Claire smiled and took that comment as an invitation to fight. The truth was, despite hiding it, she wanted to battle someone one on one. Catrina didn't like her fighting, but how could she improve her skills without a few skirmishes? She couldn't. So sometimes, on the way back from school, she'd pick a fight with the neighborhood gang. She felt it now. The rush she got before the battle. You could almost feel the electricity in the air, hanging between them. She pulled the daggers from her pocket, one in each hand, and charged towards Crystal.

I KNO IM GOOD AT SINGING! ^-^

Puppy Obsessed

wow, ur good at following directions. like a little puppy...

Girl Who Can't Draw at All