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GROUP 1 CREW

Posted in Uncategorized by imime0 on August 28, 2009

Ok. I think I have mentioned before how much I j’adore Group 1 Crew. Maybe not…anyways, you just say it. SO I was scrolling through their site. (It’s really cool. If you like random videos and Group 1 Crew, This is the perfect match.) and I saw this vid. BTW, they are currently working on a new album which I am supa dupa pschyed about and they gave the viewers a glimpse of thier new song, Digirock! It’s so awesome so I would love if you all could check it out! That’s group1crew.com. Thankers!!!

THIS WILL CHANGE YOUR LIFE.

Posted in Random Thoughts I feel you should know by imime0 on August 26, 2009

Not really. HAHAHAHAHA!!!! I got you so good with that title didn’t I? Anyways, I’m gonna review some books I just recently read. Maybe some TV shows and animes as well.

School's out forevermaxrideSaving the world and other extreme sports

1) Maximum Ride Series # 1, 2 and 3

I must say, the covers scare me slightly and I can’t make out the characters but you know what they say, You can’t judge a book by it’s cover. This is a beautifully written series about a ‘Flock’ of  genetically mutated bird kids (Max aka Maximum Ride, Fang, Iggy, Nudge and Angel) who are constantly on the run from a pack of genetically engineered men called Erasers. I read the manga for the books first and realized it wasn’t enough. I enjoyed the books a whole lot more then the manga though if you don’t like long books, the manga might be for you. In the books, some chapters are maybe one page long and others are like 4 pages long but you learn to love it. With plenty of twists and turns in plot you won’t want to put this book down. Trust me, I’m ultimately guilty.

Spygear

2) Spy Gear Adventures Series

After I finished this series I went back and read it a second time. This pack of books is about a group of suburban kids (Jake and Lucas Bixby, Cyril Wong, and Lexi Lopez) who find an abandoned warehouse full of spy gear (Hence the name, Team Spy Gear.) in the forbidden and untamed Stone ship woods. They take the gear and use it for their own spying then end up solving great mysteries that even had the Agency baffled. The author tends to go way off track and try to engage in conversation with the reader which I find hilarious. Even though these are geared towards the 9 and up age group I still love it.

ONTO THE MANGA/ANIME SECTION

Special A Vol 63) S.A. Special A (Anime and Manga)

I haven’t read all of the volumes but I am almost done with the whole season of anime on You Tube. This is about a girl name Hikari Hanazono who was trained by her dad in the expertise of wrestling. Until, one day Kei Takishima comes and beats her within in a minute. Now she convinces her father to enroll her into Hakusenkan so that she can beat Kei once and for all. She is admitted into the Special A group, a group of students with the top scores in their class. Here the students have the option of taking classes or not (Which most of them don’t, except for Hikari), special uniforms, and have tea time in a green house known throughout the school as “Paradise on campus”. Kei is always #1, at everything. (Some are skeptical about if he’s even human…), Hikari, #2, then the other members of the group, Jun, Megumi, Tadashi, Akira and Ryuu. It’s very entertaining.

Sgt. Frog Vol 1

4) Sgt. Frog (Anime and Manga)


This anime/manga is about an alien from Planet Keron who’s stranded on Earth. He becomes spotted by the Hinata Family and in exchange for a room he does household chores. Sgt. Keroro is supposed to be invading Earth but has become distracted by building Gundam Models (kind of like Bionicles), reading manga and other pleasures Earth has to offer. He later finds the rest of his platoon (Tamama, Giroro, Kururu and Dororo), but all thier invasion plans fail. This is a hilarious manga and anime that kept me reading and watching for hours on end.

ouran-high-school-host-club

 

4)Ouran High School Host Club

This anime/manga is about a girl named Haruhi Fujioka (who actually looks a whole lot like a guy) who stumbles upon the 3rd Music Room on her first day at Ouran Academy. When she opens the door rose petals fly out (I love it when that happens) and she comes face to face with the Ouran Host Club.(Tamaki Suoh, Hikaru and Karou Hitachiin, Kyoya Ootori, Mitskuni (Honey) Haninozuka, and Takashi (Mori) Morinozuka) After some shaky introductions, she attempts to escape but ends up breaking a vase is that was going to be in the school auction for a whole lot of money. (Can’t remember how much yen though) So she is forced to join the host club in order to pay off her debts. She begins to fit in with the rest of Host Club (Who’s goal is to make every woman happy).

The Life Of A Teenage Gifted Celebrity- Part 5

Posted in Short Stories by imime0 on August 26, 2009
Ashli woke up Ricci early in the morning.
“”Ricci! The school is serving breakfast in the auditorium!” said Ashli anxiously.
“”Ok, ok. I’m coming.” Ricci said, still slightly drowsy from her sleep.
Ricci dressed into her dark denim Capris, pink tank top, and monogrammed Monavista sneakers. As Ricci and AShli walked down the hall she spotted Riley running towards them. Ricci tried to look away but her effort didn’t help.
“”Hi Ashli. Hi Ricci!” he said.
Ricci’s insides tingled and sparks shot from her finger.
“”Were you guys on your way to breakfast?””
Ashli stepped up and answered for Ricci. “Yeah.””
“”Mind if I join you?” Riley sounded so calm and relaxed. Why wasn’t Ricci as calm?
“”Nope.” Said Ricci trying to sound as laid back as Riley.
While the three of them chatted Ricci’s whole finger turned hotter and hotter by the second. As soon as they arrived at the auditorium they were engulfed by a swarm of tired looking students carrying bagels, muffins and other breakfast items. Ashli, Riley and Ricci took a seat next to a long row of students who seemed to be first years. Riley stood up. Ashli had already gone and came back with a load of breakfast foods.
“”You want something, Ricci?”” Riley asked.
“”Just some orange juice and toast.” She answered.
Riley got out of the crowd of students and to the breakfast booths. Ashli was stuffing her mouth with toast, eggs, bacon, muffins, and cereal. When Riley came back with Ricci’s food the head mistress came up to the stage.
“”Attention Please.” She said as she clapped her hands. “Our Monthly school dance will be held on Monday at 8pm. The school store is stocking their shelves with dresses and tuxedos and everything else of the sort, so you can buy what you need there. Any question? Ok. Get back to your socializing.””
As soon as she stepped off the stage everyone was loud again. Ricci had finished her toast and orange juice so she got up.
“”You leaving?” asked Riley, slightly concerned.
“”Yeah. I’m tired. I’m going to go rest.””
“”Bye Ricci.” Said Ashli with her food still stuff in her mouth.
“”Bye Ashli. Bye Riley!”
“”Bye Ricci!””
Ricci’s finger shot up in flames as she approached the trash can. She made tiny water droplets to shoo away the fire.

The Life Of A Teenage Gifted Celebrity- Part 3/Part 4

Posted in Short Stories by imime0 on August 26, 2009

Ok. Yes. I originally did write this story in parts and that is why I am posting this story in parts. Now, ONTO THE STORY!!!

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Ricci felt a bump and she got up. She looked through the thick mass of clouds and saw a big mansion/ castle type looking structure. Yep. That was her stop. In the blink of an eye she was back on earth with her suitcase and messenger bag she rolled into the massive building. She went directly to the front office. She was soon face with a cheery lady, with rosy cheeks.
“”Name, and gifts please.” she said all too cheerfully.
“”Ricci Monavista, Weather and Fire.””
“”Okay! Room 214!””
“”Thanks.””
Ricci walked up the stairs to her dorm. As soon as she saw her room, she unpacked her suitcase making herself comfortable. She let Spazz out of her cage. Then she heard the turning of a key and saw a face. The girl closed the door to the dorm and took the bunk across from Ricci. The girl had long blonde hair pulled up in a neat ponytail. She had light blue eyes. She had on a black and white striped tee with sports shorts and a pair of monavista flip flops. (What a coincidence!)
“”Hi. I’m Ricci Monavista.” Said Ricci, filled with confidence.
As soon as Ricci said this the girl looked up as is she’d seen Sun Ray.
“”Hey, aren’t you Monavista’s daughter who was chosen to be a model? Oh, sorry. Where’s my manners. I’m Ashli Tannigan. Nice to meet you.””
“”Well nice to meet you too, Ashli. What’s your talent or gift or power or whatever you call it?””
“”Sunlight and Flying.””
“”Cool. Mine’s weather and fire. Don’t classes start tomorrow?””
“Yeah, but we’re supposed to meet downstairs in the auditorium to get our yearly welcome speech from the head mistress.””
“”Oh well. Wanna go?”
“”Sure.”
Ricci stuck her side kick in her pocket just in case Georgie or Gabby texted her. As she was walking down the hall with Ashli she noticed a boy. Uh oh. Ricci had a bad experience with boys. Especially the special ones that made her fire powers go out of control. Ashli guided Ricci over so they could say hi.
“”Hi! I’m Ricci!” *zzzt* A spark came from her finger. Uh oh.
“”I’m Ashli! We’re new here. Would you mind showing us to the auditorium? We got lost.””
“”Of course.””
Then Ricci’s whole finger burst into flames. She put her hand behind her back as Riley guided them through the halls. Once they got there Ricci spoke up.
“”It was really nice walking and talking with but we gotta go. Bye Riley!” she said as she pulled Ashli’s arm into the crowd of students.
“”Bye Ricci!” he yelled not sure if she could hear him.
*Boop Bop Beep Beep* Ricci nearly jumped at the noise. It was just her sidekick.
Gabriella: Ri? Ya there?
Showed up on the screen. Ricci held up her finger to Ashli as if to say one minute.
Ricci: Here. In fact I’m at the school right now.
Gabriella: Really? OHMEGEE!!! That’s so awesome.
Ricci: I know right? Plus I have a roommate.
Gabriella: Wait! Tell me later.
Ricci: Ok. Bye!
Gabriella: Bye.
Ricci snapped shut her sidekick just as the head mistress came to the stage.

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Part 4
Ashli and Ricci walked down the hall and talked about like back home and Ricci’s celebrity father. When they got to their dorm they changed into their pajamas, brushed their teeth and setteled in bed. While Ashli was sound asleep Ricci brought out her sidekick.
Ricci: I have soooo much to tell u guys but I’ll send it all in an email later. Bye!
She turned off her sidekick and fell asleep.

The Life Of A Teenage Gifted Celebrity- Part 2

Posted in Short Stories by imime0 on August 26, 2009

Ricci woke up to her dark skin being toasted by the late afternoon sun. She sat up and rubbed her caramel brown eyes. She walked out of her room and into the bathroom she shared with Elijah. She stepped into the shower and washed her short and spiky neon blue hair. Then she shuffled downstairs in her tony the tiger robe with matching tiger print Monavista slippers. (Her dad was always getting her monavista merchandise.) Little James toddled over to the tired Ricci and squeezed her. He let go the sat back in his chair.
“”Good morning Ricci. How are you feeling?”  her mom said.
“”Ok. I guess.””
“”You’re going to need your energy for later.””
“”I know. I know.””
Ricci grabbed a piece of bread and put in the toaster. She turned on the TV.
“”Good Morning, viewers. We’re here with your favorite show…..””
“”The New Scoop!””
“”And your host?””
“”John Greenbell!””
Ricci laughed at corny shows like this. What is the point?
“”Today on New Scoop, Fashion and Music Industry superstar, Chris Monavista, considering his daughter, Ricci Monavista, to be a model for his clothing line? Let’s roll the tape.””
Ricci sat on the couch with her mouth completely open. Elijah came in and closed her mouth.
“”What’s the matter, Ric?” he said with concern in his voice.
Ricci rewinded the clip to the beginning of the show. His mouth dropped open as well.
“”Ma! You might wanna come look at this!” yelled Elijah from the living room.
Ricci rewinded the show for the second time in a row.
“”Uh, uh. No. I am not going to let my 16 year old daughter be a model.” She murmured to herself as she ran into the kitchen to get the house phone.
Ricci walked up the stairs and changed into her white tank, cherry hoodie, tan khakis and pink converse. She took her suitcase, messenger bag and her monkey cage.
Elijah, James, and Mom all came outside. They waved and Ricci waved back. Then in the blink of an eye, she was on top of a dark storm cloud sleeping, dreaming.

The Life of a Teenage Gifted Celebrity-Part 1

Posted in Short Stories by imime0 on August 26, 2009

Ricci Monavista, daughter of Christopher Monavista, sat on her desk looking across the room at her monkey, Spazz who was chattering loudly.
Ricci was, on the outside, a normal teenage girl. She had two brothers, one younger and one older than her. She was a middle child. If you dig deeper into her second life, she’s basically a celebrity. She’s the daughter of Christopher Monavista, the founder and director of Monavista Records. The record company had contracts with Riri, The Beat Boys, and Sunray, the hottest names in music today. Her dad has made some pretty big appearances taking Ricci along with him. Now everyone knows her name. She had hung out with Riri a couple of times, but they weren’t best friends. Now she was the next big teenage celebrity. Now there’s a deeper life inside of her ordinary/ celebrity life. Ricci was a gifted. She had the powers of controlling weather and fire. She could also talk to her monkey and understand her way of communication. Her mom had noticed that she had been a gifted go she immediately signed her up for a couple years at Angelo’s school for the Gifted. She was supposed to leave tomorrow but she didn’t bother pack. Ricci was the only abnormal one in the family but her brothers understood. James, Ricci’s younger brother, rushed in her cluttered, junky room and tripped over an overdue library book. He fell and started to cry.
“”Ugh. Not again.””She mumbled to herself.
Her brother was always running and tripping over things. Then Elijah, her older brother heard the crying and rushed in to comfort James. When he stopped crying he immediately ran out the door.
“”Hey Ric. How are you?” Elijah asked, eyeing her empty suitcase.
“”Fine. I guess.” She said, gloom over shadowing her usual perky voice.
“”You gonna start packing?”  he asked, cautiously.
“”Eventually.””
“”I can help, if you want.” He offered.
“”It’s ok, Eli.””
“”Ok.”  He said, leaving the room, nearly tripping over one of Ricci’s 30 pairs of converse.
Ricci reached towards her pink and purple monogrammed Monavista suitcase. ‘Ricci, my only sunshine.’ It said on the front. Her dad had gotten it for her last Christmas when he decided to start a designer line of clothing, purses, shoes etc. Looking at that, Ricci remembered the days when her dad wasn’t a superstar. She reached for her closet door and opened it. It was as messy as her bedroom floor. She reached for her Daddy’s Girl tee, jeans, pink converse, purple monavista flip flops, cherry hoodie, tan khakis and other articles of clothing. She stretched towards her monkey’s cage then heard a knock on her door.
“”Hey Eli. Wazzup?” she asked her voice a lot perkier than before.
“”Mom said you should start getting ready for bed.””
“”Got it.”
Their mom, Mrs. Jaclyn Monavista, wanted nothing to do with the record company or the clothing line. The Monavista family now lived in North Dakota. Before, their family lived in Hollywood, California, where Christopher Monavista chose to go into the music industry. After that she left, to keep her kids away from the paparazzi and the press and settled down here.
Elijah walked out and into his room across the hall. Meanwhile, Ricci dug into her sky blue messenger bag and brought out her rhinestone covered Monavista exclusive side kick and texted her friends, Gabriella (aka: Gabby) and Georgia (aka: Georgie).
Ricci: Gab? Georgie? Ya there?
Georgia: Yeah, but Gab’s knocked out.
Ricci: Ok. I’ve got to leave tomorrow for ASG
Georgia: We’ll miss you. =(
Ricci: I’ll miss you too. =( x2
Georgia: Bye!
Ricci: Bye!
Then she clicked off her Sidekick and put it back in her bag.

6 days……

Posted in Random Thoughts I feel you should know by imime0 on August 25, 2009

That’s what I keep counting…..6 days….6 days….I know you all are probably the most confused people in the world…6 Days until what? Take a guess…..It’s ok. You can say it out loud. Have you said it? YOU’RE WRONG!!! 6 days until HIGH SCHOOL!! I’m slightly worried but excited-ish. I get to get out of this boredom trap called a house but I have to deal with High School Drama and a huge new school (My last school literally only had one hallway.) and a new enviorment with new people and and and…..Calm down. Geez. Ugh…. I keep on praying you know that I’m ok. Everyone is all like “You have a good school, You’ll be fine.” I guess I might. Gah.

Demi

Current Song Obsession: Trainwreck by Demi Lovato


Agent Smiley Returns

Posted in Short Stories by imime0 on August 18, 2009

This story is not yet finished but I thought you would like to see a little bit of it.

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I leaned back in my chair in the conference room in the S.H.Q meeting room. Lisa was blabbering about something. I nearly dozed off twice. It was Saturday morning. Weren’t those meant for sleeping in and watching Saturday morning cartoons? I’m Saritoshi as you may know, from my recent adventure in which I was able to gain a decent sense of normality in going to Ullman Bridge High School, gain a boyfriend(Only every girls dream!) and kick the butt of the anti-government(only every super spy’s dream!) so I was living large.

“Sari!” Teddy whispered. He was the cuddly bear of our spy group; I could always go to him for everything. “Are you listening?”

I nodded. “Yeah, yeah.” I said, trying to get him off my case.

Teddy rolled his eyes but didn’t let up. “We’re going to Tokyo for our next mission.”

“What?” I screamed as I bolted up in my chair, which obviously disturbed the rest of the crew and Lisa.

Blackie, resident Goth girl of our spy group, narrowed her eyes at me, obviously annoyed at my lateness. Twila, The quietest and maybe smartest girl in our group, just stared her huge mouse eyes at me, with a look that said. ‘Don’t want to be rude but what is wrong with you?’ Lisa switched her gaze from the board to me.

“Agent Smiley. Have you been listening to a word I have been saying?” she asked.

I shook my head. “No.”

“I guess I will have to repeat this whole conversation all over again for your benefit.”

The rest of my team stared me, obviously not wanting to hear this whole thing all over again.

“Next week, we are going on a trip to Japan. Your mission is to keep Master Katsumi and Mistress Takara Ikeda safe and occupied. Their mother and father are going to be away on some business with the CSI. They are the highest in Japanese homeland protection. We have deep ties with the Ikeda family so please don’t mess this up. Any questions? Ok. Here are folders with the information on the Ikeda family. You will need to study them because you will need all the information you can get when you go there.” She said, sliding down folders.

Inside them were pictures of Katsumi, Takara and their parents. Along with personal profiles on their likes dislikes, past history and looks on the future. I read Katsumi’s first. There was a picture of him holding up a Pokémon figurine. He looked about 10 years old. He still had a love for Pokémon and never left without a Pokémon sticker on his wrist. Next was Takara’s. The picture showed her smiling happily with a bunch of friends in what seemed to be a town square. She was an extremely cheery social butterfly who had an obsession with a character from a popular anime ‘Ouran High School Host Club’. I closed the folder.

“Now please go pack and say your goodbye’s people. We’re heading out first thing in the morning on Thursday.” Said Lisa, pushing a button. Soon, we were back in our rooms.

Twila lay on her bed, staring at the picture of Katsumi. I stared at her for a minute, while she read over his profile. Twila sighed. “Isn’t he the most adorable thing on Earth?” she asked, sighing again.

I smiled and pulled out a picture of me and Miguel at the renaissance fair. “I don’t think we’re supposed to fall in love with our client’s, Mouse.” I said.

Twila sighed again. “I know, but when you look at him, you just can’t tear your eyes away.”

I stared at her again. “I certainly can, Blackie can and Teddy can. It’s just you.”

She sighed again and I gave up. I called Miguel and took a seat in the computer chair.

“Hey novia.” He said using the Spanish word for girlfriend.

“Hey Miguel.”

“What’s up?”

“I have to go to Japan for some ‘business.” I said, putting an emphasis on the word business.

“Oooooh….. When are you going to be back? Oh! And you know we have that huge English test next week right?”

I gasped. “Ohmigosh. We do. Darn it! Stupid ‘business’. Well you’ll just have to cope a whole week without me.”

“A whole week? Without you? I’m going to die!” he said laughing a little.

I smiled. “No you won’t. You’ll be fine. I’ll call you every day, ok?”

“Got it, chica. What exactly is going to be your ‘business’ in Japan anyways?”

“We have to protect and entertain these two kids whose parents are deeply involved with the S.H.Q.”

“Ok. Don’t forget to bring back souvenirs. They have the coolest stuff in Tokyo!”

“Ok, Ok. Talk to you later.” I said, hanging up.

When I hung up, Twila was gone. I searched the remains of our room and didn’t find anything. I walked out of our room and passed by the copy room, then backtracked. She was not doing what I thought she was doing.

“Mouse. What exactly are you doing?” I asked, eyeing the tons of pictures of Katsumi that were exiting the copy machine.

“A million Katsumi’s is better than one!” she said cheerfully.

I shook my head and dragged her back to the room.

“But I haven’t gotten my original copy back from the copy machine!” she yelled.

This slight crush was turning into a full on obsession. “Please. Promise that when we get to Japan that you don’t go full on nuts over Katsumi, ok? This obsessive thing is scaring me.”

She frowned. “Alright.”

Someone knocked on the door but barged in without even letting us say come in. Guess super spies don’t have time for common courtesy. It was Blackie and Teddy.

“Hey guys.” I said, switching my gaze from Twila to our field buddies.

Blackie held up the millions of pictures that we had left in the copy room and slapped them onto Twila’s bed. “We obviously have a problem.” She said, simply.

Teddy just gave Twila a big smile and a comforting hug. The usual.

Suddenly my phone rang. It was the Mission Impossible theme. I set that one so that I know when Lisa calls. “Hello?”

“Would you all please come to my office for a special farewell dinner.” She said, more like an order then a question. Then she hung up immediately.

“Come on, everyone! Into Lisa’s office we go!” I said, getting up and walking out with Blackie, Twila and Teddy trailing behind.

Then the fateful day came, that fateful Thursday morning where we left for Japan. The fateful morning where I would have to leave Miguel and Ullman Bridge High for a whole week! How were they expecting us to cope with that? I without Miguel, Teddy and Blackie without their freaky Goth/ geek friends and Twila without her sport nerds was completely unimaginable! I sighed as I got up. As usual, I got dressed in some of my mom’s old clothes. A purple and gold t-shirt, with a cashmere skirt and ballet flats fit today’s events. Twila was still asleep (probably dreaming of Katsumi.) so I woke her up, partly because she did need to get up and partly because I didn’t need her having another Katsumi dream. She groaned as she woke up, obviously not happy with me waking her up.

“Hello, Sari. How are you?” she said, getting up and walking into the bath room to wash her face.

“I’m fine.” I responded, picking up the remainders and stuffed them into my backpack, which I was taking on the plane.

A few minutes later, all of us had gathered our stuff into the trunks of the cars and we were in the cars ready to go to the airport. On the way, I was avidly texting Miguel, Twila was staring at the picture I lent her of Katsumi (ugh….); Blackie and Teddy were just talking.

As soon as we got to our seats and were midway in the air, I finally talked to Twila after about 3 straight hours of texting Miguel. “So…How do you think Japan will be?”

“Amazing. It’s so exotic and different. Different from America anyways.”

Suddenly, Blackie popped in. “We’re not here to sight see or daydream about boys.” She said giving Twila a cold hard stare. “We are here on a mission and we can’t get side tracked. If we fail with this Lisa might never trust us on an overseas mission again.”

Twila sighed. “All right. Now stop getting on my case, geez.” She said, sinking down in her seat.

A flight attendant came by. “Pretzels or peanuts?” she asked.

“Peanuts.” I said and she gave me two bags of Peanuts.

It took Twila nearly twenty minutes to decide whether she wanted Pretzels or Peanuts. “Would Katsumi like Pretzels? Or Peanuts?” she kept on asking herself.

“Ohmigosh. Mouse, would you pick something already!” I said, slightly irritated.

“Can I have one of both?” she asked and the lady gave her a bag of peanuts and pretzels.

As soon as we arrived, two limos waited for us outside. A chauffer opened the door and we slid inside. On the other side of the limo were Katsumi, Takara, and the Ikeda parents.

“Welcome to Tokyo. I’m Arisu and this is my husband Isao. We are so glad that our company chose the greatest group of spies to protect our kids while we’re gone.” She said.

I looked up from my phone in mid-text and smiled. “No problem. My name is Sari. This is Twila.” I said gesturing to Twila, whose eyes were fixed onto Katsumi. She waved. “And this is Daniel and Bailey.” I said using their real names. “But you can just call them Teddy and Blackie.” I said, quickly.

Arisu nodded. “Nice to meet all of you. I left a list of things the kids like….”

Takara rolled her eyes. “Mom…We’re not kids and we don’t need a baby sitter.”

Katsumi nodded. “More like babysitters.”

Twila sighed and I tried to keep my cool. Blackie looked like she was going to pound both of them till they were nothing but flesh, while Teddy rested a comforting hand on her shoulder.

“I mean, asking a bunch of adolescents to watch a pair of adolescents. That’s not even smart.”  Continued Takara. “Even if they are spies don’t they have hormones too? That one seems to be obsessed with Sumi-kun already.” She said, nodding towards Twila who was in a trance watching Katsumi play a Pokémon game on his Nintendo DS.

Arisu stared at Takara. “Takara. That is no way to talk about your new guardians. Now this group of young spies comes highly recommended and they are trained in case of an emergency.”

Takara rolled her eyes. “Whatever…”

Once we got to the Ikeda house, we all piled out of the car. “Take good care.” Said Arisu, giving each of her children a peck on the cheek. “Have fun.” She said and the car drove away.

Takara and Katsumi charged inside and we followed behind, our backs weighed down by our bags.

“I will show you to your rooms.” Said one of the house keepers and led us upstairs to the guest rooms.

Mine had a pink and blue theme, with a mirror and a desk. I set down my laptop and my phone on the desk. It felt weird not having Twila in the same room as me. I set down my stuff and hovered downstairs where Takara was watching anime and Katsumi continued to play his game.

“So, guys. What is there to do around here? I’ve heard that Tokyo has a super cool shopping district.” I suggested.

“Stop trying to act interested and leave us alone. We’re fine by ourselves.” Said Takara, shooing me away.

I frowned then wandered into the enormous kitchen and found a note.

To the spies

My name is Isao. I am the father of my wonderful children. Takara is a social butterfly but tends to watch over Katsumi too often. They have become shut ins.  I would love it if you could show them a good time. They haven’t had a good day in a while.

From Isao Ikeda.

I smiled and folded back up the note and stuck it in the pocket of my skirt to show the rest of the crew. I ran up the stairs and into Twila’s room in which they had congregated.

“Oh hey Sari. How’d it go with the Ikeda kids?” said Blackie, lounging back in the desk chair.

Twila threw a pillow at her. “I will refuse to let you call Sumi-Chan an Ikeda kid.” She said.

I sat next to Teddy. “Not so good, but I found a note from Isao. It says he wants us to show them a good time and that Takara tends to watch over Katsumi too often.”

Twila jumped up. “I’ll watch over Sumi-Chan!” she yelled.

I rolled my eyes. “You and teddy will go with Katsumi while Blackie and I will try to break Takara’s hard outer shell, ok?”

They all nodded and we went into our battle stations.

“Why did you drag me out here? I demand you take me back home!” shrieked Takara, once we reached downtown Tokyo.

“Shhhhh!” Blackie hissed. “Not so loud. Stop trying to make us look like we’re taking you as a hostage.”

“Well, that is kind of my point.” She said, with her signature eye roll. “And where’s Sumi-kun?” she said, referring to Katsumi. “He needs to be here with me. Where did you all take him?”

“Twila and Teddy are with him. He’s going to be fine.” I reassured her. “Now are you ready to go have some fun? To that anime cosplay shop!” I said dragging her into the store.

Once we got in we looked around, everything was labeled from which anime it was from. You would never believe how much anime there is. I was kind of over whelmed actually. Anyways, we shoved Takara into a dressing room and went to pick out a costume. I wandered into the Tokyo Mew Mew section until Blackie shoved me into the Ouran section.

“Ow.” I said. “Must you be so hard?” Blackie gave me a long hard stare then turned my head towards a costume. “Ohmy. It comes with the wig and everything!” I said, pulling it down from the rack. Blackie nodded and we threw it into Takara’s dressing room. “Try it on!” we yelled.

“OHMIGOSH!!! You expect me to try this on?” she shrieked.

“Yes we do!”

“With this stupid wig?”

“Mhm.”

“Fine. One moment please.”

Blackie and I gave each other triumphant smiles and a high five.

“Do you think this is what he meant by good time?”

I shrugged. “Whatever suits their taste? She’s obsessed with this character to let’s let her enjoy this moment alright?”

Blackie nodded. “Yeah.” Then she turned to Takara’s dressing room curtain. “You done yet?” she yelled.

“Almost!” Takara yelled back. “But is this wig really necessary?”

I looked to Blackie and she shook her head. “Not really! You wanna put the wig back?” I asked.

“Take back this furry thing.” She said, throwing the blonde wig over the dressing room curtain.

I put it back into the Ouran Section. “You ready?” I asked.

Takara hopped out, in full Ouran High School uniform attire, complete with the tie, the jacket and the black dress shoes. Blackie and I clapped hysterically and cheered. Takara beamed and stage one of Mission Break Takara’s Shell was completed.

“Hey, Guys! Check this out!” yelled Takara as she ran over to a store window. We followed after her in our Ouran High School girl’s uniforms.

“Man, this stupid dress is hard to run in.” mumbled Blackie.

We all pressed our faces against the window. “Oooooooo…..” we said in unison.  All of us raced into the store, and tried to get to the item first. I tripped over my dress and Takara ran ahead. “Not fair.” I said, banging the floor. Blackie attacked Takara to the floor allowing me to get up quietly and reach for the item until Blackie brought me down to the floor too! I tried not to scream. Takara looked like she was going to beat the living daylights out of Blackie. Blackie looked triumphant and held the item in the air proudly, then skipped her way over to the cashier, who was slightly freighted by our earlier behavior. Once Blackie paid for the item, she helped us off the floor.

“Too slow, ladies!” she said, with a mischievous smile.

Takara frowned and brushed off her uniform. “Can we at least share it?” she said reaching for it.

“Yeah.” I agreed, reaching for it as well.

Blackie thought for a minute. “Maybe. But, we have more things to do.” She said, taking both of us and dragging us out of the store.

Once we got home we flopped onto the luxurious couches that only the Ikeda family could afford. Twila and Teddy heard us come in and they rushed downstairs, with Katsumi trailing behind. Twila was holding a firm grip on his hand and it looked like she hadn’t let go in a while.

“Sari, Blackie, Takara! Your back and what is with those outfits?” said Twila eyeing our Cosplay costumes.

“We got a little carried away at the Cosplay shop.” Blackie said, simply. Then we all laughed.

Teddy, Twila and Katsumi gave each other weird looks and shrugged. Katsumi dragged Twila over to where we had dropped our bags and looked through them.

“You guys did a lot of shopping, huh?” he said, looking over at Takara.

Takara nodded. “It was the most fun I have had in a long time.”

Blackie and I gave each other weak smiles and high fives. Takara’s hard outer shell had been broken, thanks to the Tokyo Anime Shopping District, and careful guiding by Blackie, of course.

“Sumi-Chan!” yelled Twila, as she ran through the huge halls of the Ikeda house.

I groaned, got up and walked over to Twila, not caring that I was in my father’s pajama pants and my over-sized Pretty Pink Girls Club t-shirt. I rested my hands on her shoulders.

“What’s up?” I asked, slightly irritated.

“I want to see Sumi-Chan but I can’t seem to find him.”

Takara came out of her Ouran covered room. “He probably went out for a walk. He does that in the early morning. He should be back soon though.” She said.

Twila gasped. “We’re supposed to protect him! He can’t go out alone! He had a fun time last night! Doesn’t he know he needs us?”

Takara shrugged. “He always comes back alive so I wouldn’t worry.” She said walking back downstairs and into the kitchen.

Twila followed after her. “I want to know more about him!” she yelled, hopping down the stairs.

I rolled my eyes and went back into my room. I then realized I hadn’t called Miguel last night. I was too wiped out from our Anime district shopping spree to remember that I told him I would call every day. But we texted half of the day so would that count? I sighed. Would he expect me to call or not really care? Why was this so hard? I suddenly heard the door open. I walked down the stairs to an ugly scene of Twila glomping Katsumi.

“Sumi-chan!” she screamed, hugging him and obviously not ready to let go yet.

Blackie appeared beside me in full Goth attire. I jumped slightly. She walked over and pulled Twila off of Katsumi, nearly choking him. Katsumi fell onto the couch in a massive heap of flesh. Twila decided not to jump on him. I walked into the living room, Teddy following behind. Takara flopped next to Katsumi. My agent team came to the front.

“We have all decided that we are taking you guys….” Started Blackie.

“TO THE BEACH!” we all said in unison, plus jazz hands.

Takara and Katsumi continued to look unfazed. Takara got up. “That sounds fun. Come on Katsumi, Let’s go get our swimsuits on.” She said, dragging Katsumi’s lifeless heap of flesh up the stairs.

About an hour later, all of our stuff had been gathered into the car and everyone was in their bathing suits, we loaded up and headed out to the beach nearest to Tokyo, which wasn’t too far. We got one of the chauffeurs to drive us there. As soon as we reached Kamakura beach we hopped out of the car and found shady spots near the ocean. I set down our beach towels and sprayed on everyone’s sunscreen. Blackie, Teddy and I stayed behind while Twyla, Katsumi and Takara played in the water. I smiled. Everyone looked so happy. Was I happy? Well, I guess, who wouldn’t be? I’m at the beach with my best friends and not to mention new friends. The only thing missing was Miguel. I sighed. It was only the second day and I missed him already? Wow, the right guy can have a huge impact on you. I stared out at the ocean. I guess being a super spy pays off after all. If you exclude the parts about being away from your boyfriend for short periods of time and missing tons of school. That reminds me. What had the S.H.Q done about our school work and missed days anyway? Knowing them they probably sent in replacements to not arouse suspicion. Teddy looked to me and smiled.

“Let’s go get some ice cream. They will defiantly be tired after jumping around in that water all day.” I nodded and got up. We told Blackie to stay where she was and we went to the nearest ice cream stand.

He leaned up against the bar as I ordered the ice cream. Teddy gazed slightly over at Blackie, her pale Goth skin probably burning from the over sun exposure. He sighed.

“Hey Sari.” He said, tapping me on the shoulder. “What do you think Blackie thinks of me?” he asked his eyes wide with concern.

I stared up at him. What would a girl not think of him? I mean, he’s a huge teddy bear. Most girls I know adore the hug marshmallow types and who wouldn’t kill to see a guy in swim trunks. I almost barfed. EW! Teddy was like my big brother. I sighed and looked out Blackie. “Why do you ask?” I said, grabbing the ice cream cones. I handed some to Teddy so that he could carry them.

He shrugged. “I’m getting mixed signals, ya know. I mean, you’re a girl, so I would think you would know.”

I smiled. “Don’t worry. She’ll come around.”

Once we walked back to the beach towels, Takara, Katsumi and Twila were nearly sleeping. Twila laughed dryly.

“That was fun…Wasn’t it Sumi-Chan?” she said, looking to Katsumi who was sitting next her.

He nodded and pulled out his sheet of Pokémon stickers from Takara’s beach bag, put one on himself and gave Twila one. Twila beamed, and I could see from her face that she was going to scream any second. I handed them their Ice cream and they licked away. It was our turn to jump into the water and let Takara, Katsumi and Twila watch our beach towels.

“Wow.” was all we could say once we got back to the Ikeda house that night. Everyone hopped up the stairs, except for Blackie and Teddy who stayed behind. I smiled and hopped up the stairs. Twila was making racket in Katsumi’s room, turning up the sound on Katsumi’s DS all the way up, so that she could hear everything that was going on the game. Takara was on the phone, talking to what sounded like her parents. I walked into my room and sat down in the chair, my black hair still wet from all the running and swimming around in the water I did that day. Then I texted Miguel.

MissIndian34- Miguel? You there?

It took a few minutes for him to respond but I expected that. I mean, we were in Japan after all.

MrMexico54- Sari! What’s up?

MissIndian34- Were you expecting me to call last night?

MrMexico54- No, not really. We texted half of the day anyways. ^-^

MissIndian34- So are you going to ask me about what I did today?

MrMexico34- Oh, right. A good boyfriend does that right?

MissIndian34- Yep. Anyways, we went to the beach today…

MrMexico54- Without me?

MissIndian34- What??  Anyways, Teddy asked me what I thought Blackie thought of him, I wasn’t exactly sure and he was all ‘I mean, you’re a girl so I thought you would know. I’m getting mixed signs, ya know?’ I just nodded and said ‘It’ll all work out.’ because I wasn’t exactly sure what to say. I mean, Teddy and Blackie are both my friends, the first people I met in S.H.Q…. Besides Lisa that is.

MrMexico54-*nods* Ah….

MissIndian34- They’re both downstairs so I hope things work out.

MrMexico54- It should. I gotta go now, my mom’s calling me and she’s always yelling at me for texting at the table.

MissIndian34- lol. OK.

I closed my phone and walked downstairs.

“Teddy, I…”

I heard.  I stayed close to the steps, to avoid being seen. I really hated spying on my friends but it was for their own good. Or was it?

“I know in school we pose as a couple. Posing, pretending that’s fun but….I really don’t think….I like you that way.”

I gasped, and then put my hand over my mouth. There was a whole lot of silence then Teddy finally spoke.

“Oh. Oh ok. Sorry, If I was…You know…Putting you in an awkward position….I just want to let you know, I really like you and I would be ok with it if you just wanted to be friends.” Said Teddy and he marched towards the steps.

I gasped again then swiftly jumped behind a nearby table and watched him pass. I looked above the rim and saw Blackie as she sat on the couch and made a face which looked like she was thinking. Before Teddy made it up the stairs, she ran after him pulled him around and forcefully kissed him. I tried not to gasp again and really felt like I was invading some private matter. My spy sense forced me to continue and watch. Teddy smiled, pulled away, and then walked back up the stairs.

“‘Night Blackie.” He said, with another smile and walked into his room.

Blackie waved and turned around, her face was as red as a tomato, considering her horribly pale skin. I tried not to laugh. I mean, Blackie was so serious. I wouldn’t expect such an impulsive move from her. Now here was the really problem, how was I going to get away? Blackie was still here and I wasn’t sure if Teddy was in his room yet. Argh!

Possible Situations

a)      Me: *walks out of hiding spot*

Blackie: S…Sari? What were you doing behind the table?

Me: I uh…My phone fell back there and I was going to find it…Here it is! *laughs a bit*

Blackie: *laughs a bit* Alright. Good Night.

That doesn’t sound too bad….If I get past Blackie what will happen if I run into Teddy?

A:b) Teddy: Sari? Were you downstairs just now?

Sari: What? No…of course not.

Teddy: Then why were you just walking up the stairs?

Sari: I was actually looking for my cell…

Teddy: Right, right.

Sari: Well, I’ll see you later

Teddy: Right, right.

Wouldn’t that be slightly awkward? I shrugged. Worth a shot. I walked out from behind the table. Blackie turned even redder.

“S…Sari? What were you doing?” she asked.

“Uh….Looking for my cell….He he…Here it is!” I said pulling it from my back pocket.

Blackie looked suspiciously to me. “You didn’t just see what happened?”

I shook my head. “What? What happened?” I said, trying to sound as innocent as possible.

Blackie smiled. “Never mind.  Good night, Sari.” She said, walking up the steps.

I breathed a breath of relief and walked behind her. I was so glad she didn’t suspect anything. Before, I was able to walk into my room; Katsumi came outside and grabbed me.

“Katsumi! What was that for?” I said, wiggling out of his grip. He didn’t say anything but wrote it down on a piece of paper.

What’s up with Twi-chan? I can’t seem to shake her off of me.

“She likes you, Katsumi. Haven’t you noticed it?” I said, with a smile then got up. I always sucked into the relationship problems don’t I? But two people coming to me in one day? That’s just nuts!! Katsumi stared at me like I was crazy, then turned red. He pulled me back down next to him.

I heard you have a boyfriend. What’s it like, you know…being in a relationship?

JIMMY TWO SHOES!!!

Posted in Random Thoughts I feel you should know by imime0 on August 17, 2009

Ohmigosh. I was just scrolling through the channels, ya know, that thing you do when you’re bored…..and I came across this amazing show…..

Jimmy Two Shoes

(credit to the awesome animator who drew this)

JIMMY TWO SHOES!!!!! Actually my sister was the one who convinced me to actually watch the show. I have to find out when it is on. There is barely anything on YouTube! Try out the show. If you look on YouTube you will only come up with a bunch of videos taping a TV with the sound so low you have to turn up the sound on your computer all the way up just to comprehend what the characters are saying but anyways….Check it out!

Dani

Bits and Pieces

Posted in Random Thoughts I feel you should know,Short Stories by imime0 on August 14, 2009

Here’s a piece of a story I’m writing.

Title: Unknown at this time.

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“Milly?! Milly!” young Mallory Foster yelled as she hobbled through the Foster Mansion on one shoe.

Her mom, Stephanie Foster, was carrying the boarders laundry. “Hey kiddo!” she said, ruffling her hair with her free hand.

The Foster Mansion served as a boarding house for many people, basically anyone who showed up at their door.

“Hey Steph. Where’s Milly? I need my other shoe in order to go to school.” she said pointing angrily at the one black Mary Jane on her foot.

“The last time I checked she was in the den.”

Milly was basically Mallory’s other guardian besides her mom. Though Milly was 10 years older than her they acted like sisters. Mallory gave her mom a kiss on the cheek before hobbling down the winding staircase into the den.

“Milly!” she yelled.

“Huh..oh.” said Milly as she sat up on the huge leather couch, a Navajo blanket draped over her. Her huge blond hair was out of control. “What is it, Mall?” she said her hair bobbing with her body movement.

“You stole my other shoe.”

“No I didn’t.”

“Milly, you are such a bad liar. I’ll choose a different pair of shoes but I better have both my shoes in my closet by the time I get home.” she threatened and she hobbled back up the stairs.

Milly smile and brought the shoe out from underneath the blanket. Too bad Mallory was already out the door.

“And then she lied…..horribly!” said Mallory, throwing up her hands.

Zenon, the tech girl of Stefano’s School of the Educationally Talented, or as the students and everyone else outside of it called it Richie’s Smart School, shook her head. “Whatev, Mall. You worry too much. Even though Richie is your great grandfather, we aren’t exactly the most popular people in the school. That is what we need to focus on.”

Mallory rolled her eyes. “Migosh, Ze. You can be so naive.”

Even though she was naive about these kinds of things, Zenon was in tune with all the technology news. In fact she was the one who ordered the new computers for the computer lab. The principal didn’t know how to work his overhead for a school presentation and Zenon fixed it with the wiring and everything. “Well If I were you, I’d focus on the Victorian Ball. I heard it’s supposed to be wicked.”

“We should help plan it.”

Zenon gave Mallory a look. “Mall. Did you not just hear a word I said. We’re not that popular. How can we help plan something that is planned by popular people only.” she slammed her hand into her other palm.

“Some people achieve popularity over night.” Mallory said over confidently. She fixed her hair in a wall mirror, and walked down the hall to history, her natural red curls bouncing with her movement. She opened the door and walked into her next class. Zenon stood there, staring into space, utterly confused.

“Yo Steph, Milly. I’m home!” Mallory yelled as she plopped her book bag onto the living room table.

Carla, a boarder at the Foster estate smiled. “Hello Mallory.” she said, her voice thick with a Russian accent.

“Hey Carla.” Mallory chomped into a granola bar. “You seen Stephanie or Milly?’

She shook her head. “They left to buy food at the super market. They will be back.”

Mallory nodded then hopped up the stairs to the Foster library which doubled as Mallory’s bedroom. They had done some renovations to make sure Mallory was cozy in the room. She hopped into her old brown leather desk chair and opened her email. Just then she heard a howling. More like someone trying to be scary and failing….horribly. Mallory’s eyes widened as she turned around. A silhouette appeared.

“AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!” she screamed as she fell out of her chair.

A young voice began to speak. “I told you shouldn’t have done that. Now we’ve frightened her.”

A second voice spoke. “What else was I supposed to do Tap her on the shoulder and say ‘Hi! I’m the ghost of your great grandfather who lived in this very room!’?”

Mallory’s breathed sped up as she backed up against a wall. The younger ghost floated toward Mallory.

“Don’t be scared, sweetheart.” she said. “We’re here to help.”

“What are you doing in my bedroom.” Mallory managed to squeak as she trembled, unsure of what to do.

The younger one looked more like a house maid than anything. Her hair was pulled into a messy ponytail shifted to the side. The older one resembled a grandpa way over his years. He held the hand of a little boy, his clothes soiled with mud and his thumb, securely in his mouth.

“Why don’t you sit down? You should feel better by then.”

Mallory scooted over to her bed and took a seat.  Her breathing slowed down as the ghosts introduced themselves.

“My name’s Arabia.” said the house maid. “This is Gramps and this is little Andy.”

Mallory stared at the ghost family unsure of what to say.

“We have come to help you. A distress call was sent earlier this morning.” Arabia’s face was stressed with worry.

“Uh…..I don’t remember sending a distress call to the land of the dead.”

“Yes.” said Arabia, making sure Mallory got her point. “Today. Something about a Victorian ball. You wanted to help plan it?”

“Right.” said Mallory, recalling her conversation with Zenon. “I was just joking about that.

“Well too bad.” said Gramps, joining in. “Once we’ve been called from the dead, we can’t go back unless we complete our mission. Unfortunately, that mission is you.”

Mallory frowned. “Ok, but tell me how you became deceases and why little Andy is with you.” she said, patting her lap.

Andy floated over and sat on her lap. Well he sat as much as a ghost can actually sit on anything. Arabia took a seat in the brown leather desk chair and Gramps took a seat on the floor next to her.

“As you know, I’m Richie as the young people would call me.” Gramps began. “I founded Stefano’s School of the Educationally Talented. Then one night I noticed Arabia. A young maid without a care in the world.”

Arabia smiled slightly and fanned herself.

“She noticed me and it was love at first sight. We knew our parents enough to know that they would disapprove so we married in secret, had Andy and ran away from the estate. On our runaway we got shot and killed by a bounty hunter that was hot on our trail. The rest is history.”

Just then Mallory heard the front door open. She panicked and got up. “Uh…Can ghosts hide and stuff? cause my mom and my legal guardian are going to come up here to check on me any minute and..”

Arabia set a comforting hand on Mallory’s shoulder. “Calm down. We’re only visible to the mission so no one can see us except for you and maybe your friend, Zemoria?”

“Zenon. I’m still not taking any chances. I’m going downstairs.”

Mallory slid down the railing and came face to face with her guardians. “Steph! Milly!” she yelled embracing then both in a huge hug.

They were crushed in a huge bear hug as Mallory tried to stall.

“Hey kiddo.” said Stephanie, slipping from Mallory’s grasp.

Milly gave Mallory an awkward look. “What do you want? Usually when you’re this nice to me you want something.”

“Come to think of it I would really like my shoe back.”

“Huh?”

“From this morning?”

“Oh yeah, right. I….uh….lost it.”

“You what?” Mallory nearly screamed.

Stephanie interjected. “She did not. We just bought you a new pair. Take them up to your room and see how they fit.”

Mallory cringed at the idea of going back upstairs and put on a fake smile. “Ok.”

When she went back into her room, Arabia, Gramps, and Andy were sitting on her bed in plain sight.

“You’re still here?”

“Yes. We can help you achieve popularity.”

Mallory gave Arabia a confused look. “Um…ok. Then do what you need to do cause my mom is making dinner in 5 minutes.”

They all smiled then disappeared in a puff of smoke.

Mallory smiled as the student body followed after her the nest day at school. Zenon ran after  Mallory, her Mac under her arm.

“Of course. I’d love to plan the Victorian Ball.” Mallory said not trying to sound smug. “Now shoo.”

Zenon huffed and puffed as she finally caught up with Mallory. “Mall. Ease up on the popularity please.”

The student body dispersed except a boy. His fiery red hair sat on top of his head like it was on fire. His dark skin glowed slightly. You wouldn’t have noticed if you hadn’t looked very carefully. Not like Mallory was. She didn’t even know the guy.

“Hello there, Mallory Foster.” he said, as if he knew her whole life story already.

Mallory jumped when he came up behind her.

“Ohmigosh! Oh…hi.”

“The names Roy.”

Mallory gave him a polite smile. “Yeah. Why exactly have you come to talk to me?” she said then added. “Not to be rude or anything.”

“You look like you have a problem.” he said, his gaze fixed on Mallory. “A ghost problem.”

Mallory’s face went pasty whit and she burst into hysterics. “What? What? Ghost problems? HAHAHAHAHAHA! No, no, no. I don’t have any problems, none the less ghost problems. Ghosts aren’t real, silly. Where did you get that idea?” Mallory said, all at once.

Roy narrowed his eyes at her suspiciously. “Ok, Foster. I see how it is.” he gets up. “Number 1, I’ll be watching you.” then his voice lowers to a whisper. “Number 2, I can sense your fondness of me.” he said, quietly and he walks away.

Roy’s last comment made Mallory’s face go from pasty white to the reddest red that ever existed. She screamed. “The nerve of that guy! He thinks I like him and I just met him! Argh! I hate that guy!”

Zenon put her hand on Mallory’s shoulder then stopped in mid-air.

“What? Ze? Earth to Ze? You there?” Mallory asked, waving her hand in front of Zenon’s fact that was frozen with fear. “M….m…Mall?” she asked/stuttered. “D…do you see that?”

Mallory looked ahead. Who was floating in front of the pair? None other than the Foster ghosts of course!

“Them? Oh, That’s Arabia, Gramps and Andy.” she said, not caring how freaky she looked pointing and almost talking to thin air.

Zenon’s face was still frozen.

“Why are you guys here?” Mallory whisper hissed.

“We told you. We are only visible to the mission. Now stop talking. Students are giving you creepy stares.” said Arabia, eyeing the innocent passersby.

Mallory rolled her eyes. “Fine, but don’t do anything stupid.” she said walking away, dragging Zenon with her.

Mallory tried to keep her cool every time she passed Roy in the hall. His smug face made her want to scream. She passed him too many times in fact. Everywhere she turned, he was there. Why couldn’t he just leave her alone? Mallory brought Zenon and the ghost family home with her.

“Hey kiddo.” said Stephanie, when Mallory opened the door. Mallory didn’t even try to smile. Zenon had recovered from her ghost-o-phobia and smiled. “Hello, Miss Foster.” she said.

Stephanie smiled. “Hello Zenon. Mallory had a rough day?”

Zenon gave her a look that said, ‘You don’t even know the half of it.’

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