My second Animorphs fanfiction, this is fun! I'm working on chapters for both of them, but the other's one slightly longer and more dramatic... Anyway, enjoy, and please review!
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My name is Marco.
I needed cash.
We're in this whole, stupid thing with saving the world from evil aliens and all that, but like we always say - don't forget to live a normal life.
I have to do homework, go to school, watch my father smooch with all his lady friends, and still save the world. So, I figured one day at school, I was entitled to have a bit of fun for myself. I wanted to go see a movie.
Of course, there was one very obvious reason to why I wanted to go see a movie on a Tuesday evening. And that reason was Polly.
Polly was a girl one year older than me, and she was GORGEOUS. Not only that, but she was smart, too. And funny. And charming. And liked my company.
That's true, she liked my company. That's what she said herself.
"I like your company," she said, smiling.
"Yeah, yeah," Rachel said. "Stop talking, Polly, before you get yourself into any deeper trouble."
Of course, the reason why I had gotten to know Polly, was that Rachel was a friend of hers. Typical. They had gymnastics practice together, and they often talked outside the gymnasium - like this day, when they had been standing in the corridor talking as I, the handsome one, had approached, spotting the perfect excuse to get to know Polly, by letting Rachel introduce me.
"Hey, Rach," I'd said. "Cassie's looking for you." That was a lie, but I needed something to start a conversation, otherwise Rachel would have said straight out that I was only after getting to know Polly, which would of course have been very embarrassing for me.
"Thanks," Rachel had said, and added: "You know Polly?"
And like that, we'd met. And Polly had started talking about going to see the latest Morgan Freeman movie that very same evening with a few friends, and added that if I was interested in seeing that film, maybe we'd spot each other at the threatre.
And then she'd said she liked my company. Amazing, after only talking together for a few minutes she had already decided she liked my company. Not even Rachel's horrible, smooth comments could kill the pefect atmosphere.
I was in love.
It had to be the real thing, Polly was so beautiful. And not even taller than me, like so many girls are. It's really nice that a girl isn't taller than you, especially if you're planning on doing more with her than just talk. (Don't get me wrong, I love to talk, but couples do more than just talk. It's true.)
So back to the issue of cash. You see, I was of course planning to go see the latest Morgan Freeman movie that Tuesday evening and ACIDENTICALLY meet Polly there. But I was broke. Literally, I had NO money. And so I'd hurried home after school, begged my father for some money to go see a charity show, gotten his credit card at last (which I think I just got because he wanted to stop my whining), and I had been off to the bank.
My plan was brilliant. I was getting cash, taking some money from my father's account. I wouldn't take more than I needed, of course - I'm an honest person, and I like my father entrusting me with his credit card. It's very useful ...
I finally reached my father's bank and realized that stupid ATM machine was out of order. So of course, I had to go into the bank, wait in line and take some money out with help from a casheer.
I went inside and took a number. It wasn't too long to wait for me, which was lucking, seeing as how I had a movie to catch.
The bank wasn't exactly swarming with people. Besides me there were four there, two men and a woman, all wearing business clothes and carrying important suitcases. I felt kind of like a stupid kid showing off with daddy's credit card among these people, but it didn't ruin my mood. NOTHING could ruin my mood.
Of course, with exception of exactly what had to happen: A bank robbery.
For just as my number was about to be called up, a guy wearing a hood ran into the bank. "This is a robbery!" he cried.
"Oh, damn," I whined quietly - making sure the robber couldn't hear it.
The three other customers and the bank tellers screamed. Personally, I preferred standing still and pretending to be dead, to cause as little fuzz as possible and get the whole thing quickly overwith. Just rob the bank and leave! I thought. I'm in a hurry here!
The robber went up to the counter, and pulled a rather dark and nasty-looking pistol out of his big jacket. "Gimme all the cash you've got!" he said to the bank teller, which had by now stopped screaming.
"Whatever you say, sir, just don't shoot anyone!" She took off somewhere and was probably going to collect the money.
"Nobody do anything stupid, you hear?!" the robber screamed at us customers, and we nodded, behaving nice and cool. I thought to myself that this robber had to be a rookie. By letting the bank teller go off on her own, he had given her an opportunity to go call the police, or run off. And by showing off his gun as late as he did, she had probably pressed the alarm button even before he'd demanded the money.
I wasn't wrong. Just as the teller returned with what seemed to be an unbelievable small sack of money, which the robber quickly grabbed, a voice from outside called: "This is the police! Come out with your hands up! We've got the bank surrounded!"
"Oh no!" the robber squealed, clutching to his gun with one hand and the sack of money with the other. Then, he decided to do what I'd feared he might do - go to the door and shout to the police: "Don't try anything! I've got hostages!"
Then he turned and looked at us customers. "You're hostages!" he said, in case we hadn't realised.
"Oh, GREAT," I said, and sat down in a chair, checking my watch. I had exactly half an hour before the Freeman movie started. Could I make it? Maybe if this robber guy would speed things up a bit. For once, I wished the police would just let the bad guy get away in order to keep the hostages alive, in stead of trying to get their hold of the robber AND keeping the hostages alive. The police never settles for one good thing, they need both.
I knew there were a lot guys out there who were worse than this robber with his tiny sack of money and his shaking body language. The Yeerks, for instance.
But by the look of the robber, it still seemed as though he wasn't planning on giving up so quickly. And if either he or the police decided to do something fast, I was going to miss my chance to meet up with the lovely Polly outside of school ...
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Hope this sounds exciting, I'll get the next chapter up quite quickly, I'm just hoping for some reviews so I know what people think of my stories... Thanks for reading!
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My name is Marco.
I needed cash.
We're in this whole, stupid thing with saving the world from evil aliens and all that, but like we always say - don't forget to live a normal life.
I have to do homework, go to school, watch my father smooch with all his lady friends, and still save the world. So, I figured one day at school, I was entitled to have a bit of fun for myself. I wanted to go see a movie.
Of course, there was one very obvious reason to why I wanted to go see a movie on a Tuesday evening. And that reason was Polly.
Polly was a girl one year older than me, and she was GORGEOUS. Not only that, but she was smart, too. And funny. And charming. And liked my company.
That's true, she liked my company. That's what she said herself.
"I like your company," she said, smiling.
"Yeah, yeah," Rachel said. "Stop talking, Polly, before you get yourself into any deeper trouble."
Of course, the reason why I had gotten to know Polly, was that Rachel was a friend of hers. Typical. They had gymnastics practice together, and they often talked outside the gymnasium - like this day, when they had been standing in the corridor talking as I, the handsome one, had approached, spotting the perfect excuse to get to know Polly, by letting Rachel introduce me.
"Hey, Rach," I'd said. "Cassie's looking for you." That was a lie, but I needed something to start a conversation, otherwise Rachel would have said straight out that I was only after getting to know Polly, which would of course have been very embarrassing for me.
"Thanks," Rachel had said, and added: "You know Polly?"
And like that, we'd met. And Polly had started talking about going to see the latest Morgan Freeman movie that very same evening with a few friends, and added that if I was interested in seeing that film, maybe we'd spot each other at the threatre.
And then she'd said she liked my company. Amazing, after only talking together for a few minutes she had already decided she liked my company. Not even Rachel's horrible, smooth comments could kill the pefect atmosphere.
I was in love.
It had to be the real thing, Polly was so beautiful. And not even taller than me, like so many girls are. It's really nice that a girl isn't taller than you, especially if you're planning on doing more with her than just talk. (Don't get me wrong, I love to talk, but couples do more than just talk. It's true.)
So back to the issue of cash. You see, I was of course planning to go see the latest Morgan Freeman movie that Tuesday evening and ACIDENTICALLY meet Polly there. But I was broke. Literally, I had NO money. And so I'd hurried home after school, begged my father for some money to go see a charity show, gotten his credit card at last (which I think I just got because he wanted to stop my whining), and I had been off to the bank.
My plan was brilliant. I was getting cash, taking some money from my father's account. I wouldn't take more than I needed, of course - I'm an honest person, and I like my father entrusting me with his credit card. It's very useful ...
I finally reached my father's bank and realized that stupid ATM machine was out of order. So of course, I had to go into the bank, wait in line and take some money out with help from a casheer.
I went inside and took a number. It wasn't too long to wait for me, which was lucking, seeing as how I had a movie to catch.
The bank wasn't exactly swarming with people. Besides me there were four there, two men and a woman, all wearing business clothes and carrying important suitcases. I felt kind of like a stupid kid showing off with daddy's credit card among these people, but it didn't ruin my mood. NOTHING could ruin my mood.
Of course, with exception of exactly what had to happen: A bank robbery.
For just as my number was about to be called up, a guy wearing a hood ran into the bank. "This is a robbery!" he cried.
"Oh, damn," I whined quietly - making sure the robber couldn't hear it.
The three other customers and the bank tellers screamed. Personally, I preferred standing still and pretending to be dead, to cause as little fuzz as possible and get the whole thing quickly overwith. Just rob the bank and leave! I thought. I'm in a hurry here!
The robber went up to the counter, and pulled a rather dark and nasty-looking pistol out of his big jacket. "Gimme all the cash you've got!" he said to the bank teller, which had by now stopped screaming.
"Whatever you say, sir, just don't shoot anyone!" She took off somewhere and was probably going to collect the money.
"Nobody do anything stupid, you hear?!" the robber screamed at us customers, and we nodded, behaving nice and cool. I thought to myself that this robber had to be a rookie. By letting the bank teller go off on her own, he had given her an opportunity to go call the police, or run off. And by showing off his gun as late as he did, she had probably pressed the alarm button even before he'd demanded the money.
I wasn't wrong. Just as the teller returned with what seemed to be an unbelievable small sack of money, which the robber quickly grabbed, a voice from outside called: "This is the police! Come out with your hands up! We've got the bank surrounded!"
"Oh no!" the robber squealed, clutching to his gun with one hand and the sack of money with the other. Then, he decided to do what I'd feared he might do - go to the door and shout to the police: "Don't try anything! I've got hostages!"
Then he turned and looked at us customers. "You're hostages!" he said, in case we hadn't realised.
"Oh, GREAT," I said, and sat down in a chair, checking my watch. I had exactly half an hour before the Freeman movie started. Could I make it? Maybe if this robber guy would speed things up a bit. For once, I wished the police would just let the bad guy get away in order to keep the hostages alive, in stead of trying to get their hold of the robber AND keeping the hostages alive. The police never settles for one good thing, they need both.
I knew there were a lot guys out there who were worse than this robber with his tiny sack of money and his shaking body language. The Yeerks, for instance.
But by the look of the robber, it still seemed as though he wasn't planning on giving up so quickly. And if either he or the police decided to do something fast, I was going to miss my chance to meet up with the lovely Polly outside of school ...
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Hope this sounds exciting, I'll get the next chapter up quite quickly, I'm just hoping for some reviews so I know what people think of my stories... Thanks for reading!