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i got 46 and that was an 88

a b....maybe a c

*turns* *cough*crazzie*cough*

IM NOT YELLOW!!! total blue.

MiSpelLer

so not.

Claire's head whipped around, quickly recovering from the shock of Lonny's sudden depart. "Nothing," she replied casually, dropping her hands to her sides but still prepared to fight at anytime. She thought about the boy, her age, with the brown sack. What was in that? Food? Cash? She didn't know. But he did seem different from the robbers she saw on the streets.

fant. god, that test SUCKED. i got an 88 on the group presentation and I DID ALL THE FREAKIN WORK!!!!

lol. wow, u cant stay on one subject for more than two seconds.

Hyper Girl

im checking email now...and i posted.

Bad Nickname Maker

BUT IT IS! >.< BELIEVE ME!!

Claire sauntered down the sidewalk, her running shoes neatly tied in her own, unique kind of bow: one that wouldn't come undone, no matter what you did. Catrina's words echoed through her mind: "Don't do anything too dangerous. I'm going to interview for the job. Just...whatever you do, don't get kidnapped or killed." She laughed silently to herself. 'If anyone tried to grab me, I'd kick their ass instead.' She continued down the cracking pavement, a few cars passing by as they came home from work, oblivious to the real world. The one she lived in. The world where you constantly had to watch your back lest you be killed. Then they stood in shock as one day their house was robbed and their family dead. That was something that'd never happen to her. What family did she have anyway? All she had was Catrina, and she knew Catrina could take care of herself. But, suddenly, a frown came to her face as she thought of what Catrina would be giving up. Her dreams, her education. And all for what? Her selfish wish of living in the city? Guilt flooded through her and she wanted to turn, to run back to her sister and tell her "No! Don't!" But something stopped her. She thought of the scene on the rooftop. Of what happened between them back then. Something that never had before. 'That look in her eyes...' she thought to herself, getting over her initial guilt. 'What was that? I've always told her my dreams but...' It finally hit her she knew nothing about her sister's heart. What did she dream for? Who did she love?
"I love you."
She stopped mid-step, shock written all over her face. 'What the...?' Her hands grasped the side of her head and she slid against the wire fence. 'What was that? Who said that?' She saw a glimpse of something - someone. She looked like her, only older, her blue eyes shown through her auburn hair. She felt a word spring to her lips but couldn't say it. 'Who is she?' She finally looked around herself, remembering to keep watch and jumped the fence, hoping she would be safer inside. She found an apartment with an open door and stepped inside, finding the room empty. She breathed a sigh of relief.
But then she heard a faint rustling.
Her head whipped around to the bedroom, scared she'd be caught and ready to fight. Then she saw a brown-haired boy, no older than herself, emerge.
His eyes widened in fear and he braced himself in a fighting position, a brown sack in his hand. His camouflage jeans and black shirt disappeared into any natural landscape, but he was out of luck inside the apartment. He stuck out like a sore thumb against the pale colors of the apartment.
"Who are you?" Claire asked, not moving from the position she was in. The boy still looked frightened, but the dirt on his cheek made her think he was a street fighter. She wasn't sure she could handle someone like that.
"No one important," he replied wearily, grasping the sack tighter.
"What are you doing here?"
"What does it look like?"
Claire scanned his body. His clothes, the sack, large pockets, the classic burglary clothes. "Someone whose up to no good."
He slid to the side, his tall, lanky body allowing him to do so. "Do you live here?" His body was no longer in a defensive position.
Her cheeks flushed but she stood her ground. "No...but you don't either."
He smirked. "I thought so." He extended his hand. "Lonny," he introduced, trying to smile but not being able to do so.
Her face contorted in confusion. This man wasn't experienced at all. No robber would extend their hand to you unless it was a trap. "An alias. Nice." She knew it had to be a trap.
His face looked scared and anxious but he squashed it instantly. "That's no alias," he tried to say with confidence, but it sounded submissive.
"Not a bad liar either."
Lonny mentally groaned. "It really isn't an alias!" His hand shot to his mouth as he knew that was a mistake.
Her eyes narrowed. "You're no robber. Who are you?"
He tried to stop but his body moved instinctively, sprinting out the door and leaving Claire alone.

OMG IM SORRY!!!!

first of all, i've had a crap load of homework/chores and havent had time to do ANYTHING!!! i think this is the first year im going to fail math...

ok, i told u president idea. make ur charries after ur little frame thing

Blondie

ITS TRUE!!!

so the president plan is still in session, right shay?

oops. wrong chat i posted in. this one is where my ppl are illegal

A tall, grey-haired man stood, his back facing the wind, his hands stretched freely at his sides.
Claire and Catrina came up behind him, the package in their hand.
"Nice work," he told them, not turning his head as if he somehow knew they would do it.
Claire rolled her eyes. "We don't want your praise. Only the money."
He laughed to himself, still loud enough for them to hear. "Of course." His hand slipped in front of him and then a brown, leather briefcase appeared, its handle worn from use. Then, on it, two different colored stings, wrapped around the handle and tied in a simple knot. Their ends were frayed and flapping in the wind as he opened the inside to show them the cotton, smooth, green bills stacked in what looked to be stacks of hundreds.
'Whoa, he really meant a GENEROUS reward...' Claire thought to herself, her eyes practically popping out of their sockets. 'That would keep us for at least a week.' But she promptly became concerned, fingering the light package in her hand. "What's in this that's worth so much?" she asked, much to Catrina's surprise. She knew people hired them to steal stupid things. Once they'd been hired by a governor's secretary to steal some pictures that would impeach his boss if they were ever released to the media. They worked locally, not wanting to become too known, and wanted nationwide. That was the reason they had to leave California, the country they worked at before they moved to Texas to avoid being caught. Claire hated leaving but Catrina had good reason - the only thing she'd ever wanted was to keep her safe. And Claire was grateful for that, and, although she'd never been much of a talker, she spilled her school day and her worries to Catrina every night around their routine campfire. The ritual calmed her, allowing her to perform her best the next day. And Catrina worked so hard, cleaning up after every job to avoid their identities from being discovered. Claire hoped she knew how grateful she was to her.
Catrina grabbed her shoulder. "What's up with you?" she whispered. "The job's the job. And you've never cared about what's inside the things you steal..." She smiled at the man. "I'm sorry," she apologized, for a second behaving like an angel.
The man laughed half-heartily. "Don't worry about it. Just my invention that company stole." He smiled then, showing one or two teeth that were missing.
"Oh," Claire replied simply, handing over the package in exchange for the money, which they stuffed in a light brown potato sack they'd used for years after finding it abandoned in an alley.
The man looked at his gleaming Rolex watch, seeming like he was in a hurry. "Well I have to get going," he said, taking the briefcase back and stuffing the package inside. "It's been nice doing business with you."
"You too," Catrina replied politely, smiling until he left. She then glanced a worried look at Claire. "He could've left and we would've done all that for nothing..." she chastised.
Claire sighed, glancing away from her sister's questioning gaze. "I just..." she started, not being able to finish. Then her gaze met Catrina's and something happened. A small message was conveyed between their eyes in a single moment, almost magical. "There's something different about him," she finally stated, breaking her gaze away yet again. "He feels...different."
"I know what you mean," Catrina confessed, her stare swiping across the city below. "There IS something wrong with him, but it's not our business." She turned back towards Claire who looked at her with questioning eyes. "We deal with a lot of creeps in our field. We get the item, they pay us, and we don't think twice about it. That's how you survive."
Claire sighed and nodded, gazing out across the city as well, the city she loved. She wanted to live there, in a cramped apartment instead of outdoors in the forest, but Catrina didn't want her to fall behind on her schoolwork because of jobs they took. She breathed in the crisp air and felt a sudden surge of happiness. She remembered the rush she got when running from those guards: the same one she felt when she was cheering. She loved to twirl the baton and watch it ascend, slowly through the sky until her hand skillfully grasped it once again, twirling her body. She dressed in bows and dresses at school, although her real personality remained hidden, veiled. She wanted so much to live in an apartment, no matter how small it was. She just wanted to be herself. "Catrina?" she asked slowly, turning to her sister.
"Huh?" she questioned back, breaking her gaze away from the city.
"I want to live in an apartment," she confided, her gaze locked on the ground as she couldn't bear to see her sister's hurt face.
"That's pretty sweet, even for you," she laughed, much to Claire's surprise. "Don't worry, I was actually thinking about getting a part-time job, just on the weekend at this nice cafe in town. And they offered free food so we wouldn't have to buy food anymore. I was thinking, if I worked the numbers correctly, we could afford an apartment, while only taking a job once every month."
Her head shot up in excitement. "Really?" she asked, bubbling like a little toddler who had just been offered a cookie.
Catrina smiled down at her. "Of course. You know I wouldn't joke about something like this."
"Oh, thank you, thank you, THANK YOU!" she proclaimed, hugging her sister.
Her smile widened and she patted Claire's back. "Look, let's go find a place, okay?"
Claire nodded and they set off.

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