I never thought I'd ever go back to writing this! But here it is! I decided I had you guys waiting long enough, so think of it as my Christmas present to everyone! (Cel, you are gonna help me with this, right? Lol you don't have to.) But anyways, I hope you enjoy Trapped Chronicles:Jess's 3rd (and last) story! ^^
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9:Shane Acker
Jess:Me
December 24, 2012
Two men in black suits sat by a monitor full of data and a picture of a young girl. The data consisted of her basic information. "Jessica Daniels. 15 years old, height of 5'5, and a weight of an even 100. A.K.A., the Stitchpunk Girl." One of the men read. He had lowered his fedora over his eyes but his smirk was clear as day. (BL:Yes. All villains in suits must have a fedora :p )
"Dominick, are you sure this is the girl?"
"But of course. She has what we desire." He opened another file which showed a picture of the Talisman. "Once we have that, not even the bloody military can stop us." He shut off the monitor and clenched his fist. "We must have it!"
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"Can't we open one present!?" My older sister, Sam complained.
"You'll live, Honey." Mom retaliated. It's Christmas Eve. What do you expect? Oh, I should probably introduce myself. (BL:That'd be a good idea. Jess:Shut up, Mom!) My name is Jessica, but everyone calls me Jess. I'm 15 years old and well...I'm not your average teen. You may know that movie 9, right? Well, I've experienced it. It's a long story, but to be blunt, half of them are living with me in the real world.
Sam rolled her eyes and looked over at me. "Where are the other guys? Isn't this their first Christmas?"
I only shrugged. "I haven't seen them all day. And the Talisman's been acting kinda strange lately."
"What do you mean?"
"It's been glowing really weirdly since yesterday. And no, Mom. I'm not going back there anytime soon."
Mom raised an eyebrow at me. "Anytime soon?"
"Hey, you never know." I said pointing at her.
Mom sighed and took my hand. "Jess... Do you ever think about why all this happened?" I didn't even have to answer. I'm always asking myself that. Why me? I'm just a weird teenager who has no life. Mom was about to say something else when a crash was heard in the other room.
"What was that?" Sam asked. I pulled out my scissors and went to investigate.
What I saw...well...You'll be just as confused. I dropped the scissors staring at the humans as one of their names barely escape my mouth. "...9?"
Yeah. That's right. I'm done with this chap. Anyway, I'm going to do my absolute BEST! to update. But with school and all...no promises. But I hope you like! :)