"Te-heh…te-heh.'' "Shh"
"Te-heh…te-heh"
"Handrah, be quiet," a tall girl spoke out loud as she placed a finger to her face. Noticing her mistake, she giggled, making her curly brown hair bounce, cradling her plump round face.
"Ku-kah…Ku-kah."

A few seconds passed, deep silence enveloping the dark wooded area. The leaves on the shadowed trees rustled as the soft autumn breeze breathed a sigh upon them. Two girls dressed in black mirrored two others, all four hiding among the large tree trunks that surrounded them in opposite sides of the woods.

"Ku-kah, Ku-kah…I said, KU-KAH, KU-KAH!" bellowed one of the black clad girls, communicating across the vast expanse of space that stood between herself and the other girls. The blonde girl couldn't help but laugh as she took in what the other two looked like.

They had all agreed to dress inconspicuously, shadowed to blend in. Leah and Alice followed the plan, executing their best Rambo imitation; they were clothed from head to toe in black, their cheeks smeared with black and green camouflage paint. Reese too followed their example and showed up wearing dark clothes, going as far as wearing black gloves making herself part of the darkness that enveloped them all. When put together they looked like a depressed version of Charlie's Angels; bad-ass, armed and dangerous…right.

When they had met up earlier, they all had expected everything to go according to plan. By this point of their immensely lunatic plans, everything had fallen apart for some reason or others. When they resolved their attire was perfect, they couldn't help but pat each other on the back and give out brownie points to each other. That's how Handrah found them, high-fiving each other and laughing.

All three girls heard the door open and, upon seeing the fourth member of their Foursome-Awesome-Girlie Group, erased all the brownie points they had literally drawn on the chalk board they had once stolen from an overly chalk dependent teacher, whom accidentally had left the school after finding his board gone and in it's place voodoo chicken corpses hanging from his ceiling. He had said he found the study fascinating, and who were they to deny their professor the joy of seeing face to face the rather ghastly, if comical, skeletons of time-expired chickens? No one, of course.

Yes, they immediately erased the brownie points, for in front of their eyes stood Handrah. She was, in fact, not dressed in black, or brown, or green. She wasn't clad in any clothes that had any in conspicuity to them. Actually, she was dressed in the complete opposite manner. There, in front of their gaping faces, stood their 5'3, curly, wild-haired friend…dressed like Wonder Woman.

"…Don't even ask," Handrah said, before her friends even began to question her. "…okay, fine, I'll tell you…jeez! You don't have to bite my head off. I had to baby-sit THEM, and one thing led to another, and here I am."

Her friends gasped and hurried to her side to make soft, clucking motherly noises to appease her ill-treated spirit.

Leah and Alice spoke at the same time, pulling another of what Handrah and Reese called their weird twin juju, "Not them! You poor, poor thing."

"I know, I know," Handrah answered. She turned and walked outside, forcing her friends to follow. "I had to baby-sit the brats again. I swear to you ,they're not human. They're little daemon children that the devil himself couldn't stand, so he spat them out and sent them after me. I'm telling you, this is karma for you guys forcing me to eat those cookies the old lady made for her dog. Yes," she said, wide-eyed as she nodded vigorously, "the dog knows."

All four burst out laughing at the dramatic antic of their beloved, crazy friend. They followed her to the Eighteen-Wheeler cab front that Handrah's parents had bought for her after much begging and even more fake tears. It was her sixteenth birthday gift and acted as her car. It also had a name: Brutus.

Brutus was purple, huge, and slightly on the car-homosexual side. It had flowers painted on it. They were falling alongside shooting stars, a robot, and peace signs. Handrah was what would many would kindly call special. Her friends weren't kind; they knew she wasn't special, crazy was more like it!

"Let's forget about that. We're armed and dangerous. Let's go get those boys!" Handrah sing-sang, wiping tears of laughter from her eyes.

They climbed in and drove to their current location. They were in the middle of what was called a water-balloon war. They had begun it and they were going to end it. Their master plan was to invade the boy's fort in hope of catching them unaware and force their surrender. At the moment, however, the 'Ku-kah, Ku-kah' had given them away.

"Battle cry, battle cry!" screamed Handrah in what they decided was their battle cry. Seeing as none of them could actually make a battle cry, this was the best they could do.

They boys were running away from a party that was being raided by cops…whom they had called. All four ran towards them in a frenzied effort to drench them in water. Ryan, Matt, and Michael ran for cover in hopes of salvaging themselves.

"This is not fair and you know it!" cried Ryan, Leah and Alice's older brother. "We have to get out of here or the cops will catch us all."

"Surrender then, if it's that important to you," Reese called out of the darkness.

"Never!" all three yelled out, looking about them, searching for their attackers.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Then I guess we'll just have to force you to, won't we?" Handrah said, forcing them to turn around. Even in her shocking costume she was still quiet.

"What the hell? What are you wearing?" Matt asked, grinning form ear to ear.

"Battle cry, battle cry!" Handrah echoed as she and her joining comrades bombarded them with water filled balloons.

"Ok, ok, we surrender!" cried Ryan.

"No we don't," Matt and Michael screamed.

"Yes we do…for now. If we don't get out of here the cops will catch us!" Ryan said, grabbing the other two boys, beginning to run away laughing.

Left there congratulating each other, the girls roared with gleeful laughter. Finally making their way to Handrah's auto mobile, they caught the sound of cop cars coming their way. Alice, Leah, and Reese scrambled in, but Handrah turned around and ran back. They all looked to see what she was doing and found her picking up Ryan's I.D.

She stood up and held it up in the air triumphantly causing cheers and impressed applause to erupt from her friends. As she turned to run back she was blinded by flashing head-lights. She froze and in almost lethargic slow motion, all she could hear were the screams from her friends and all she could see was the face of the pale faced driver that threatened to end her life.

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