Ever have one of those days where nothing goes right?
Seems I have been having one of those days....for my entire life.
I was born into the perfect, wholesome family with two doting parents and the usual 2.3 children, and I barley fit into the puzzle.
My older brother, by only about 2 minutes, is the perfect guy any extremely over-protective father would want his daughter to date. Smart, funny, knows the right way to act, popular, and has goals set in his life.
My father and mother are looked up to around the world: The perfect crime-fighting, ass-kicking duo. Wherever we go, people ask me and my brother, Carmen by the way, how cool it is to have such successful Interpol Cops for parents. Carmen loves to go on and on how awesome they are on their missions, and how he aspires to be just like them one day.
I, on the other hand, hate talking about my disappearing parents, the criminals that swear a vendetta on my parents, thus on me and my brother as well, and "wanting to be just like them when I grow up."
Evan and Carmelita Cooper. My brother wants to be just like them....
I just want to hurry up and finish my last year of school so I get as far away as possible.
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Most people are afraid of the dark, but I embrace it. I have, my entire life.
I grew up knowing that the meaning of life is that life is meaningless. The ultimate paradox. People think it is weird I don't have a drive. Something that keeps me from just giving up and going to next world or after life or whatever you want to call it.
But when you find that your not afraid of death, you find the true meaning of life. You don't care about the tiny things in life such as clothes. You don't show emotions, allowing people to manipulate you. You allow everything around you to just disappear, thus allowing you to find the true meaning of life...
Nothingness. Just ourselves and our minds. We live to learn, not to worry about death, despair, happiness, or love.
We live to fill our minds, and then die, allowing all of it to disappear along with our name from all of history.
All of the population around me question me why I show no emotion. Am I crazy? Utterly lost? Depressed? My parents thrust anti-depressants on me, not understanding anything other then the fear of having a daughter that is "different." They are lost in the misery-filled, materialistic world, and have no clue that they are lost.
Everyone calls me crazy. I call myself wise beyond years.
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I'm scared...
...Scared to upset my family.
...Scared that people whisper behind my back, saying rude things.
...Scared that I will lose my friends.
...Scared what the world is coming to.
...Scared what I will do for the rest of my life.
...Scared of being alone for the rest of my life.
I guess you could just say I'm a worry-wart. I'm scared of what will be coming tomorrow. Everything seems to always gone wrong in my life. The only things I can do is sing and act, and even with that, people always think I'm gay. Which I am not, thank you very much.
I know for a fact that no one likes me. Sure, my mom loves me, but my dad just got up and left when I was just weeks old. Was it my fault? My step-dad is nice enough, but he is no replacement for the man that left me and my mom.
All the girls at school just skip over me, unless if we are in acting class or at rehearsal. They say I'm really good, and then joke that Timmy is available again. I just roll my eyes, ignoring their giggles, but it hurts to think that they only see a "gay friend." I'm not sure which word hurts more.
I have my two best friends, but other then that, everyone just barley notices that I am there, alive and breathing.
I'm scared that I will just be forgotten, not going down in history for anything noble or amazing. I will simply just be...gone and not missed.
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May 31, 2027
Paris, France
12:34 AM
"MARY ANN! WAIT UP!"
"I TOLD YOU TO TAKE OUT THE GOD DAMN TRASH!"
"I'M SOSOSOSOSOSOSOSOSO SORRY!"
"JORDON MARKUS SOMERTON, I LOVE YOU!"
"GET YOUR DISKNEW HERE!"
"ZOMG! DID YOU JUST SEE THAT?!?!?"
I smirk, hearing the Paris nightlife engulf me. The sound of car horns, feeling of the masses of people underneath of me, the smell of the streets, and even the taste of the early summer fill my senses. I open my eyes, allowing them to fill with the artificial light of the city. I blink twice, and looked down 10 stories from the ledge of the building I sit on. The people never notice anything. Only one person had ever seen me up here, and she is defiantly one of a kind. I yawn, stretching my back at the same time. From on top of the building, I can make out the top office window of Interpol Headquarters. Hmm, dad. I wonder if you know you are currently being watched?
I yawned again, before standing up. I knew I should start getting home, before I get caught sleeping on the roof again. They were furious two years ago. They thought I had be kidnapped or something, when in reality I was only half a mile away from them the entire time. My mom was even more pissed when she found me on the roof asleep. My dad was angry too, but seemed amused also--well, at least until my mom hit him and told him to stop smirking. Mental note, try to find out why.
I bent down to touch my toes, and did some other stretches. Standing erect, I glued my eyes to the target. Two miles, give or take, an open window, no curtain but with a light on, on the 22nd floor is calling my name. I concentrate on the small opening, and dash across the roof. The spaces between each building was the right size. Big enough for a challenge, yet small enough so there is no way I could kill myself. I takes only ten minutes to reach the open window. I was out of breath, but still wound up with too much adrenaline and energy.
"What to do, what to do?" I asked aloud to myself, sitting on the ledge of the open window. Then, my mind flashed to the conversation from earlier this morning at breakfast. My parents were talking about something...something deal with the 42nd Street Jewelry store. I start nibbling on my right thumb nail, trying to remember the conversation.
Then, just like every great Saturday morning cartoon...light bulb moment.
I stood up, dashing from 55th street to 42nd on the roofs. I lowered myself from the roof into the ally next to the jewelry store. My parents voices flowing through there mind.
"It is just ridiculous, Lita. We should be able to go in there. We know for a fact he his selling stolen jewelry!"
"Evan, you can not just go charging in. And we need more proof for a warrant."
"That could take months! We need to..."
"Inspector, please remember who is Chief here. And you are not to go in without a warrant. Is that clear?"
"Yes ma'am. This shows how stupid the rules we follow are. We can't even bust a guy that is clearly guilty."
"The rules are not stupid. They are there to protect us, dad." Carmen, my brother. You can never say anything without the next great Interpol Agent commenting on it.
"Evan, listen to your son sometime. And, see if you can get some criminals like Sly Cooper to listen to you. Follow the rules, Inspector." My mouth was full of cornflakes as I saw the smirk my dad gave to my mom. Apparently, Sly Cooper was a criminal my mom chased when she was an Inspector for almost six years. He had ended up dead, but there seemed more behind the story. I hated not knowing what was going on.
Anyhow, back to the present. Interpol needed evidence to stop the sales of these stolen items. Most likely, the money was going towards the mob that ruled the city. No one knew who was behind the mask of the ruler of the great city of Paris, but he had his hands in everyone's pockets. He had circles and circles of people protecting him, killing off anyone that did not comply with the rules and paying off everyone else.
If Interpol could come down on the store, they might get closer to finding the masked man. But to get a warrant from a judge that was being paid off by the masked man, they need hard evidence such as lots of the stolen jewelry. I smiled, thinking of my great plan:
Break in, steal, and get out.
Over top of a dumpster, an air vent was attached to the side of the building. But, I ran into a little problem. I had nothing to open the vent with. Of course...
I looked at the dumpster for alof a half of a second. There could have been thousands of screwdrivers in it, by most likely it would have been filled old Chinese food from store next door. Don't like the city that much to risk that.
Instead, I went with my first plan. I pulled my sweatshirt hood over my head, tying the strings so no camera would recognize me or even that I was a raccoon. I took a deep breath, taking a brick from the alley, and went in front of the store. No one was close to me, so I threw the brick, breaking the glass and sending fragments everywhere. Immediately, loud sirens went off, killing my ears. I winced, running into the open spot in the window. I looked around the store, the lights bright, warning me to run. The shop owner was smart, making sure not to sell any stolen things to cops or someone in disguise. He most likely hides them in the back in some sort of safe. Already, I heard police sirens going off in the distance. I gulped, knowing the consequences if I got caught. I could go to jail or get the wrath of my parents. I rather take jail time then face the them.
Making my way to the back room, the new rush of adrenaline made the seconds feel like minutes. Moving ridiculous paintings off a wall, I found a safe behind one of a clown at a circus. Moving my hood slightly, I placed my ear next to the safe.
All my life, the only one of my talents that I was better then Carmen was my superior senses. I could hear my dad's car half a mile away, see much father then he could even imagine, and smell the cookies that our neighbor made way before him, stealing all of them for myself of course. Holding my ear right next to the safe, I turned the lock, actually hearing the mechanism turning. It only took moments to have the safe wide open.
I smiled at the treasure. Diamonds the size of my fist, gems of every color imaginable, and hundreds of watches. I smirked, seeing my five minute plan worked. I could just leave right now, leave the safe open, and let the officers take it all away and put the man in jail.
But that would be no fun....
Doing one look around, I saw my favorite piece. A gold Rolex, just yelling for me to take it. I snatched it, and placed in in my jean pocket. That's when I heard the far away police sirens right behind me and a familiar voice behind me.
"FREEZE!" I turned, seeing my dad right with shock pistol. For a 47 year old guy, he was still sharp as ever. Through my hood, I could see my dad, but he had no clue who he was aiming at. I put my gloved paws into the air, and he grabbed his cuffs, lowering his pistol. Since this was mob territory, many of the Interpol officers "got lost" while finding the shop, leaving my dad by himself and his partner in the next room. And Mark, a jack rabbit, had his gun down, surveying the jewelry. Planning to get married, I didn't find it odd he was looking at rings rather than having 120% percent attention on me.
My dad came in close, and I gave a swift kick to his abdomen, and sprinted out as fast as I could, bypassing Mark, who was surprised that the Head Inspector was doubled over on the floor andthe criminal has getting away. By the time he recovered from shock and started to chase me, I was in the alley. A helicopter was over head, so the roof escape was out, so I jumped into the closet thing at hand.
And I was right when I said it was filled with old Chinese food. I waited, watching Mark run passed telling the helicopter where I ran since he thought I kept running through the ally. I jumped out, and onto the roof. The helicopter went of to help Mark, leaving me home free.
I sprinted towards my window again, hearing the commotion I caused all over the city. I was almost to the window when I heard someone behind me.
"Come out quietly, or I'll shot!"
"Oh, please don't shot me with your rank smell!" A sarcastic voice replied. I had been running so fast, I did not notice her sitting on an air vent. A black jaguar sat crossed legged and a single I-pod bud in her ear. Don't bother asking why she cut of one of the buds off.
"Ha-ha...your so funny, Jessa." She smiled.
"Should I worry about why you smell so bad? If you come to school like that, me and Jack are disowning you."
"First, Jack and I is the proper punctuation," I replied, and in the haze of light you could she her roll her eyes and an audible sigh left her lips. "Second, don't you like my new cologne?"
"No." She said bluntly.
"Come on, give me a hug." I said, opening my arms. Again, another eye roll came from the jaguar. "Before I go and take a long shower, I was wonder if you knew about Sly Cooper."
"Of course. But your mom would know a lot more then me since she chased him for years."
"I know, but how do you feel about what he did?"
"I believe he was true deviant. He saw how corrupt the world was, and went to fix it. Unfortunately, his job was a full-time, non-paying, dangerous one, so he rewarded himself justly. I believe he, and the Coopers before him, were true leaders. They took steps that they saw they needed too."
"But he was a criminal..."
"Well, that is what some people would say about him. A long time ago, someone wrote some stupid rules telling us what is right and wrong. Telling us that the entire world is black and white. We took those rules from one man, and made it so you were either a good citizen or a criminal. What is to say that one man's thinking is wrong? The Cooper's thought so, yet the rules were already established and proved to be laws. The Cooper Family would be heroes if we thought differently. Or the cops could be criminals if we thought anyone that hurt somebody, even with just a blaster, needed to be put in jail." I hate she does that. She makes my problems even more confusing.
"Yeah, I guess. So does that mean my mom should be in jail." The jaguar sighed.
"Kyle, just don't worry about it if you aren't going to listen. That wasn't the point of me talking." She got up, stuffing her I-pod into a sock before putting it in the bag. Again, don't ask.
"Sorry. Well, I go to go." I said, feeling her annoyance.
"See ya." She seemed distracted, probably over analyzing the whole Cooper thing. I sighed as she disappeared over the fire escape. In about an hour, she will stop thinking about the whole Cooper thing, AND then remember to ask why I smelled. I turn my phone off, making sure she wouldn't wake me up witha text. I wished she would live in the present, rather then floating around outside of the timeline, thinking about everything.
I jumped a crossed the ledge to the next building, and then went up the fire escape. I jumped yet another building before reaching my window. It was a little passed two in the morning, but I took a shower, hoping to get rid of the stench, before getting into bed for a much needed sleep.
May 31, 2027
Paris, France
7:00 AM
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I groaned, hearing my alarm clock. It was much to early for the damn thing to go off. I started swatting at it, managing to hit the snooze button, knock over my lamp, and probably break my thumb. I didn't care, and just tried to sleep more.
But that is impossible with my mother.
"KYLE COOPER! UP NOW!" I groaned again, finally getting out of bed. I stubbed my toe on the fallen lamp. I growled and picked it up before passing my mirror, showing a mess of a mug. A raccoon, messy, bed-head gray hair and half-closed gray eyes stared back. By his mouth, some of his fur was matted showing he had drooled in his sleep...again. I yawned, and the figure followed suit.
I used the back of my paw, wiping the residue from the corner of my lips. I patted my hair down, which immediately stood on end as I removed my hand. Giving up, I threw on a shirt and jeans, pulling on my dad's vintage blue hat. I smiled, pulling the brim of the hat just over my eyes. Carmen hated that I got it, since he was older and deserved it and all that jazz; so I wore it all the time.
I exited my room, heading towards the smell of food. Carmen's door was wide open. We may have been twins, but we were completely different. He looked like my mom with his fox features, red fur, blue hair, and brown eyes. Also like her, he skipped a year in school, so while I am in my last year, he will be at a police academy in Europe. At 17, he will become a constable, just like my mom. He loved to get up early and train, work hard and study in school, and, his favorite activity, being a brown-noser to everyone he has ever met.
My dad acts a lot like my mom, but I think before he got amnesia, he was a total slacker and I got his work ethic. Oh boy for me... But I did get his clear personality. Friends with everyone. While people walked up and down over my brother, I take of myself, never allowing anyone to some much as step on a single hair on my tail.
But, the world hates 16 year oldsthat stand up for themselves. When they say jump, Carmen says "how high?" while I just start cursing.
Guess which brother society likes best?
Anyhow, he had been up for a half an hour now, working out. He was currently finishing his sets of push-ups. I never got the point of push-ups. I much rather punch things to gain muscle rather then pushing myself up and down over and over, day in andday out. I yawned, wishing I could be back in bed. He just glared at me as I watched him. Withthe door wide open, he wouldn't say anything our mom or dad might hear, so he just glowered at me. I gave a big grin just to mess withhim before grabbing some cereal.
My mom was already eating, having set a table for her three boys. My dad was also at the table, but holding a bag of peas to his stomach. "Dad, I know this might be a new concept for you, but you heat those up and put them in our mouth to eat. That isn't going to work."
"Ha-ha, smart ass." he said, placing a fork full of eggs into his mouth.
"Be kind to your old man, Kyle. He got beat up last night." My mom said, smirking at my dad. That was when I remembered my activities of last night. It was true, and I had to find Jessa and Jack to tell them. My parents exchanged weird looks as I raced out of the kitchen, grabbed my bag, and fished the watch out of the pocket from the jeans I wore last night. I sprinted towards the front door of our apartment.
"Forgot to do a project. Be home after school. Love you!" I raced down to the elevator, running full force for P.S. 113.
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May 31, 2027
Paris, France
5:43 AM
I felt wind blowing on my face. I shivered, pulling the blanket closer to me. It blew again, and I stupidly waved it away. To tired...don't care...
"Jack...I'm going to eat your toes while you sleep." A creepy voice whispered. I don't care who you are; if you are half asleep and you hear that, you will end up screaming like a little girl.
"Not...funny...Jessa." I huffed, trying to slow my breathing. She smiled, turning to my siblings that surrounded her.
"See guys. All you need is a good plan, and you make your older brother really scared." they started laughing.
"Thanks. I'm never going to get sleep this summer, am I?"
"Nope." The six of them answered together. My four younger half-brothers, my toddler half-sister, and my best friend. And all six would end up brutally murdered if they did it again.
"Out!" I said bluntly, pushing them out of the room I shared with the older two of my younger brothers. I changed from my underwear into black cargo pants with chains hanging from them and my favorite shirt. I searched for my shoes, only finding the right one. After looking under my brothers' bunk bed, I found the other, but managed to hit my head on the bed in the process. Cursing to myself, I exited my small room, greeted by my many admires. They clung to my arms and legs, and my mom handed me a cup of coffee. I smelled the aroma, making me feel calmer.
"Nibble nibble." Jessa giggled, sitting on the kitchen counter. My mom laughed with her.
"Why must you?"
"It's fun. Now come on. We have to go to the library." The black jaguar responded. I nodded, knowing something was up. She never liked to bring me to the library with her since "I was never serious" about it. Also, she would never wake me after ten or before six unless if something big was up.
"Hmm, what seems to be bothering you, dear?" my mom asked. Before my little sister was born two years ago, Jessa was my mom's one and only daughter. Jessa hated her own family, andmy mom loved her, so Jessa just always hung out here. My mom always knew something was wrong with the seven of us.
"Nothing mom. Come on, Jack." She said, grabbing my arm and leading me towards the window. The pups let me go, allowing Jessa to drag me.
"Not a chance. We use the door." She rolled her eyes at me. Her personal exit was any window. "Bye guys." I waved, taking the stubborn cat and my backpack with me. As soon as the door shut, I let go of her. "Okay, what up?"
"We may have a small problem." And with that, she walked away. Today is going to be another one of those long Monday's isn't it?
I knew better then to waste my breathe and ask numerous questions about what was going on. She was gone, in her own world, and wouldn't hear a damn thing I say.
As we reach outside, and she pulled out a coin, and handed it to the disknew guy. He handed her a drive the size of a piece of cardboard, and she turned it on. On the first screen it was talking about a robbery. She handed the disk to me, and I scrolled through, reading the news.
"Okay, so some person robbed the jewelry store on 42nd street. So what? Mr. Tolono deserved it probably." She smiled at my answer.
"Good, now let me tell you about whet me and Kyle talked about last night." She said, grabbing a book out of her bag. It wasn't a disk like most of the newer books, which were just like the disknew which replaced a newspaper. It was a hardback that weighed millions of pounds and was just waiting to get your blood from it's deathly paper cuts. Most books were be burning andreplaced withdrives now, but Jessa was part of some underground organization to save books. There was no need, but it did give the option of going to the book holding place and grab one in the middle of the night.
The book about The Cooper Family. "Who are they?"
"Start reading. First period doesn't start for another hour and a half." She said with a smirk. Homework...great.
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May 31, 2027
Paris, France
7:43 AM
I ran down the hallway, trying to get through the mob as fast as I can. I ran towards their lockers, knowing they would be there. I had already checked the gymnasium, lunchroom, and all ten computer labs."God damn First Years! Pick a side!" I yelled, scaring a few, and one extremely puny one fell over. The year ended in only two weeks, yet some still had no clue of to walk. Any other time I would have laughed, but i was on a mission. "Jack! Jessa!"
My best friends, a dark brown husky and a black jaguar, were by their lockers. I thought back to the beginning of last year, when we were first years, and we got locker assignments. Jack had gotten Locker number 233, and Jessa got 234. Of course, I got locker 1923, which was on the far side of the school, out in East Gabit. The lockers were two lockers, one on top of another, running down the corridor in rows. After I laughed for hours that "Jack was on top of Jessa", Jessa beat the crap out of Jack, andclaimed 233 for herself. Jack was currently kneeling on the ground, opening the lock, while she had her locker opening, dropping stuff on his head. Things such as food, pencils, gym clothes, and the occasionalold textbook when she really felt like messing with him. they looked up, seeing me running down the hall like a bat out of hell. They looked at each other and Jack stood up while Jessa shrugged, saying something.
"Dude, what are you doing?" Jack asked first.
"I have just gotten the most brilliant idea!" I lowered my voice into a whisper, and took out my new toy. Jessa palmed her forehead, as Jack's jaw dropped.
"How did you get a Rolex?" She asked in disbelief. Jack looked as dumbfounded as her.
"I stopped by the jewelry store, and well..." Jack's eyes got huge.
"The cop's kid stole something?" Jack said.
"Was this before or after the whole Cooper talk?" Jessa asked. How she always knew what was going on was crazy. I just shook my head.
"Before, and it was amazing, andI want you two to come with me next time. We can get dressed up in black and..." Jessa raised her eyebrow at me. She, a black panther was dressed in a black hoodie, a black tank, anda dark pair of jeans with a pair of original Chuck Taylors withneon green laces. Jack, similarly dressed, wore a black shirt with white words "I can't. I have REHERSAL." sprawled on it. He also wore black skater shoes andpure black pants, with small chains hanging off the sides. Looking down at myself, I was wearing a white shirt, blue jeans, andwhite sneakers along with a blue sweatshirt hanging half-way in my bag.
"Well, I'll dress up in all black."
"Much better. Now, have you gone crazy!" Jessa commented with a small shriek, Jack smirking beside her.
"Wow...showing emotion, Jessa?" Jack started to laugh at her comment.
"Your serious about this, Kyle?" her face was solemn.
"Yes. I want both of you to come, or can you at least come up with a plan for me?" I said, looking at the both of them.
"Hmm...well, throwing rocks at windows really is a horrible plan. I'll help." She said with a smile. Grabbing a notebook out of her locker, she went off to her first period calculus class. She was in her own world now.
"Wait, hold on. I'm confused. YOU were the one that did it?" Jack said, his eyes wide and confused. I smiled wildly at him.
"I would never do such a thing," I said with an innocent smile. "Do you have a disknew that has an account of it?"
"Mhm," Jack said nodding. "Dude, do you know who your parents are? They will kill you."
"Please, they have to catch me first." Jack just shook his head as he closed both his locker and Jessa's. Like I said, she was in her own world now.
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May 31, 2027
Paris, France
7:57 AM
I slide into my math seat, opening the spiral notebook. It was filled with my thoughts about Kyle. After he said that about Sly Cooper, I found out about the jewelry heist. The entire night, I spent reading up on the Cooper Clan. The more I read, the more I looked up on Sly Cooper. As I looked up him and his "death", I saw that Evan Cooper came into the picture shortly after. Articles say he was working undercover as an English Constable, spying on Dr. M for two years before he join Carmelita.
The story was full of holes, leading me to believe that Evan Cooper may not be who he seems. I pondered it all night, trying to sort it out, wondering why any man would leave a life of excitement and rule-free activities for a job as a drone in the law enforcement. It is inconceivable.
I switched to a new page, and started writing plans for a heist. Something simple that involves both Kyle and Jack for our first heist, yet tricky and dastardly.
Aroundme, the room fills with students. The bell rings, yet many come to class without a pass and the teacher could care less. Less then 10 days left in the semester, no one pays attention as he tries to get us to study for his final. He goes on andon about parent functions. Kids in the front question him, asking why both knowing what a graph of f(x)=lnl(x) looks like. Kids in the back talk about their newest additions to their clothes. The guy next to me taps me on my shoulder, wants to talk to me. He asks what I am working on, and I just say something for history.
The only reason this bull dog, Hogan, makes conversation with me is because I had helped him cheat on test all year long. Him, and the rest of the class, only passed because of my test. Hogan would copy, sending it around to everyone else, the teacher never guessing what was going on. I only ever did it was because I wanted him to shut up about how hard this stuff was. Now instead, I have a new best friend. Great...
Someone opens up a yogurt, and the rooms fills with the smell of watermelon. I shutter, trying to think of anything other then the smell and all the noise. I am in a cramp windowless classroom filled with 27 teenagers who care less about me and depend on my answers with the artificial light turned on, blinding me. I take a breath, pulling out my I-pod. Hogan, who gets an itch in his genitals, stands up and pulls down his pants. My headache intensifies. I need to think, I need quiet, I need...darkness.
My I-pod is wrapped up in a sock, to protect it in the bag. I got the idea after grabbing it from my bag and having one of the buds fall off a few years ago on my first ever I-pod. I didn't want to bug my parents about getting me a new one, so I just learned to love just having one ear bud. As I grew and got new earphones, I always cut one off. It wasn't that I wanted to be different, it was just how I like it.
With music blaring softly in my right ear, I had to listen carefully, and drown out the dim-wittedness andtorturer around me. Images of places, things, escape routes, expensive things, and such filled my mind. Some many things, and such a small lifetime to learn about them.
Hogan sat down again, pants back on, and started talking. I ignored him, deep in my thoughts. People tend not like to be ignored, and will usually say or do something. Thankfully, these nimrods knew better. Still, being self-centered teenagers, they talked thinking I wasn't with them at the moment.
"What do you think the devil is doing?"
"I don't know. She said something about a history project."
"I'm in her history class! Raquel, do we have a project do in history?!"
"No...well, I don't think. Someone ask the devil."
"Not me; I rather fail then mess with her."
I tried my hardest not to add a snaky comment. For years, I had been "the devil" and as many first think, it isn't meant to be a bad thing. After my explaining of the devil, a trickster named Lucifer who was made to deal with all the bad things in the world. He was meant to be the yang to the yin of good...God--if there is such a person that rules all. The devil is not a bad person, he just has the hard work of keeping balance in the world. Without the devil's work, all good things in life would be taken for granted.
After I said my thoughts, all the 10-year-olds around me just stared, until one said "So, you like the devil?"
"No, I just believe he is regretted for doing such a hard job..." I replied, trying my best to have the deer understand.
"Oh...so you're the devil!" They will always be closed-minded bastards--seven years ago, now, anduntil their death.
I concentrated, thinking harder and harder. More and more plans rushed before my eyes. It was as if I was playing chess against all of Paris. Need to be aware of the Mob, Interpol, and make sure no innocent people are to get hurt. But just like every time I play chess, I win.
Writing down my plan with alternative plans just in case. My grandfather always said, "Plan for the unexpected" and then kill me in a chess game. I closed the notebook, just in time to make all of the materialists jump, and walk out the door as the bell ran.
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May 31, 2027
Paris, France
8:42 AM
I looked at my cell phone during passing. I had a text from my mom and seven from people in my history class all asking about some project due today. I saw Jessa coming, and decided any project due, I could just throw my name on it. "Uhh...do we have a history project due today..."
"No, of course not. Odd how the human mind works though. Plant one little seed of doubt, and it spreads like wildfire through out the entire mass."
"So, no project then?" The jaguar glared at me. I smiled, seeing a husky coming our way.
"I heard you have a history project due today. Poor suckers. My history class stopped doing work in October." I was about to explain to Jack that it wasn't true, but Jessa stopped me.
"Don't bother with that right now. You need to look over this plan." She said, shoving the spiral notebook into my hands. Jack moved to look over my shoulder as I opened it up seeing nothing but illegible scribbles.
"Well, it looks like we are going to steal the Effie Tower, get some ice cream," I turned the notebook 90 degrees, "and then plan an assassination attempt on Carmen."
"No, I'm pretty sure that is secret code for, 'I am the supreme and all knowing ruler of all the world! All are inferior to me!' Also, that might be a four." Jack comment with a straight face. We looked at each other before cracking up laughing. Clearly not in the mood, she grabbed the notebook back.
"Just make sure that your family dinner on Friday doesn't go to late. You are to both be ready by 11 o'clock." She said, turning away. Above, a bell rang, informing us and the rest of the stragglers we late to second class.
I couldn't help but smile. "This is going to be the best 17th birthday in all of history." Jack nodded. All day, both of us wondered what was going to happen, but a certain cat would tell us nothing.
Ahhh...the summer sea breeze, guys with no shirts on, and no school or home work....must mean summer :]
But surly, it must be the summer months since I promised a big summer story, and this is it...
Well, guess what...I got bored :]
Feel free to be angry and throw a fit, since I know all of you are so angry and upset with me....
Also, if you new guys want to check out my other stories leading up to this, read The Life and Times of Penelope Ann Mayer and Benjamin Theodore Key....and if you have read them before, read again, they have been changed to animals! And Bentley's dad, now a mystery again because:
A raccoon and raccoon= okay to have kids
A raccoon and fox= okay to have kids
A turtle and mouse= okay to have kids
A hippo and spider= ehh...I guess
A turtle and baboon= god forbid! WE CAN NOT HAVE THAT!!!
Lol...see you guys soon...