Liz and Lexi's soaps
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Thread Topic: Liz and Lexi's soaps
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Perry hit the doorframe. "Perfect. My BFF is in England. Yay." She groaned miserably. -
(My character's name is Michael, right? xD I forgot)
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Yeah, it's Michael)
I glared at the man on the floor. "So...what happens to him?" -
Perry paced back and forth in Alayna's room. She glared at the man fiercely. "When will she get there and who do I contact?"
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The man glared at Perry, then glanced back to me, fear invading him. "Two days from now, if everything goes according to K- Kal- Khaller's plan."
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"Two DAYS?" Ugh!! And, who is Khaller?
Lol this summer my friend Alayna actually did go to England for 2 weeks -
I picked him up. "Who is Khaller?" I demanded. He groaned. "I don't know, I've never actually met him. He just sends me texts and that's his code name." His eyes were pleading. "I have no idea who he is, I swear!"
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I smiled sadly. "I believe him Michael." She sighed and looked at the floor. "How do we contact him?"
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I nodded. The man massaged his arm. "His number is in my cell. Look, kid, I don't ask questions, I just do what he says. I owe him so much, this was the only road to take." He gave Perry his cell phone. I stood back, frowning.
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She smiled graciously at the man and copied the number to her phone. "Michael, let him stay with us."
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I nodded. "Fine. I'll go find him a room."
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My throat tightened. I remembered all the un times I'd had here as a child. "He can stay in Rowan's room. It's right across the hall with the R on the door."
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I wanted to stay with Perry, and comfort her. She just lost her best friend, and here I was, taking care of the guy who sent her away. My eyes lingered on her face a little longer. "Okay," I said. "I'll be right back." I promised.
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She tried to smile, but turned away and settled for a nod. She sat on Alayna's bed. Her bed was up against the wall, pink and green. Her walls were a soft baby pink and she had a closet built into the room. A white bookshelf and a drawer were in the room, and a small rocking chair next to the bed. She remembered all the birthday parties, how they talked about boys. She sobbed and flopped onto her bed, remembering everything.
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We walked down thall in silence, until the man asked me a question. "What's your name?" he asked. "Why should you care?" I snapped. Then, with a sinking feeling in my gut, I apologized. "Sorry." he shrugged. "It's fine. I'm Marcus, by the way. Marcus Howe." I suppressed a grin. "I'm Michael." I said, holding out my hand. Marcus got a funny look on his face, but shook my hand anyway. "How old are you, Michael?" I glanced sideways. "Almost seventeen." I said. "Why?" Marcus looked away. "No reason," he muttered. "I guess this is it." Marcus shook my hand again. "I'm sorry, Michael. I didn't ask for this life. I didn't use to be like this. I had a real life, a family. A wife, three amazing children," his voiced cracked and he looked me painfully, as if remembering something from a long time ago. I cleared my throat. "I should, um...I should go check on Perry. The girl." Marcus nodded. "Take care, Michael." he said firmly.
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