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Something isn't right. My guns are in place. I ate heaps this morning, I even paid for it, and even when I don't pay, I really don't care. But I can't put my finger on this feeling. Maybe Creed is somewhere near me? No, I think my senses would be all alert and sirens blaring. What is it, then? I can't ask Sven, he'll notice I'm in a weak spot now, and I do not want that. I am strong, I am fierce, I am... dressed like a cat. Meh. Maybe it's Saya... No, do not think about Saya. Weaknesses, Train. Do not show them. Lalala, not thinking about Saya. Dammit.
Eve is at home. She's been keeping to herself lately, and sneaking out. I don't know what's happened; she used to be so close. She followed Sven like a lost puppy, and now, it's like the rope between them has been cut. When she sneaks out, she leaves via the window (obviously), but walks once she lands in a place where not even I can see her. She leaves full of energy, and returns tired. I can't even-
"Max, please? You know I have soft spots for cats," a voice begged. Uh oh. Not another kid wanting a cat show. Last time that happened I... No, I'd rather not go into the details. Let's just leave it at the fact that it was extremely embarrassing and Sven wouldn't stop giving me strange looks for the next week. I spun, to see a small, blond girl holding a ginger kitten. Phew.
I still hadn't figured out who this 'Max' was until, "Yes, you do Angel, but you also have a soft spot for dogs. You and I both know that one freakin' dog is enough for us to handle."
The one named Angel groaned. "But Total's living with Akila and the Martinez's. We never ever see him!"
"Sorry sweetie," Max replied solemnly, "This kitten can't fly."
Whatever that was supposed to mean. Inside joke, I guess.
There was something familiar, yet strange, about these girls. They had the same... attitude, you could say, as Eve. Sophisticated, yet immature. I'm not sure, though. Investigating the relationship between these girls, I figured that Max was a babysitter. She looked, old enough, of course. With blond hair and chocolaty brown eyes, there was no doubt she would have a boyfriend. The younger girl (Angel) had blue eyes and curly blond hair, a typical 'cutie'.
Suddenly, the girls were surrounded by kids. I put my hand on Hades. They looked like a normal bunch of kids, but something was up. I didn't like it. Something was underneath the friendship, a bond, of sorts.
There were six kids. There was Max and Angel, and then they were joined by two tall boys, who looked the same age as Max. One had long, black hair, the other with strawberry blond hair and eyes that suggested he was blind. But by the way he was walking around the markets, he seemed normal. He required no aid. Strange.
A younger pair had also joined them. The girl had olive skin, with deep, brown eyes and brown hair. The boy looked like the other half to Angel, although slightly older.
"Max, can we go eat?" asked the olive-skin girl, making her question sound like she was in pain.
Max sighed. "Ah. Lunch. How long ago, Nudge, did we eat breakfast?"
Nudge rolled her eyes. "One really long hour ago?"
"Exactly. And how much did you eat?" Max interrogated.
"Three cheeseburgers, two large fries, 24 chicken nuggets and..."
"And 2 chocolate thick shakes. That's what we all had. We haven't been fly -"
Max stopped. And looked straight at me. She raised one eyebrow, and then turned, whispering something through the corner of her mouth to Angel. Angel turned to look at me, then spun back and shook her head. Max nodded, and whispered something to everyone else. Then they all ran.