CSI:GOOOD GIRLS GONE BAD chapter2
i slowley opened my eyes the next morning, i felt something cold beneath me, i looked down "why am i on the floor?" cathrine shrugged "come on were all eating breakfast." i nodded and got up, i walked into the kitchen with my notebook, yes i started wrighting a new poem. I sat down and started wrighting, everyone frowned at me "what?" i asked they shrugged
cathrine sighed "watcha wrightin?" i looked down at it "just a poem." cathrine smiled "another one?" she laughed "whats it about this time?" i sat straight
"i cant get you off my mind, scince i saw you almost confined, we connected in so many ways tho ive only known you for 2 days, i cant help but wanna see you, i'd sure like the veiw."
they all looked at me "what?" i
said again cathrine looked at me, "um is this poem about a boy?" i nodded "well duh." she nodded looking iffy about it "ok..." dad walked in then "morning every one, sorry i dont have
time for breakfast today." he never does, his point? he sighed "ya i have to go see a store clerk down town apparently some one stole gasaline from the gas staition im thinking they took it to set the police station on fire." "duh." i mumbled quietly "dont worry Mikayla you dont have to come with me." i looked alarmed i threw a hand down on the table grabing his attention
"no! i want to come!" what the hell am i saying? he looked confeused "you do?" i nodded my dad just left the rrom confeused saying "ok then lets go." i quickly jumped up from my chair and ran out the door and to the van.
longest drive ever it seemed, we got out of the van to look around the gas station, i looked at my dad who wasnt watching me at all, i ducked behind the ice cooler and sighed. i brushed my bangs out of my face lightly "back again?" i looked up and smiled "what are you playing stalker now?" i laughed he smiled i stood up and hugged him, "hey Justin." he took
my hand and walked me behind the biulding and we sat on the ground and laughed at each other, "hey if your gonna be around me were gonna need to take you shopping..." Justin said i frowned "why?" he sighed "because this look, total daddys girl look, you wanna be known as following mr csis rules?" i quickly shook my head "no way! he can fuck himself!" that was
the first time i ever involved a swear towards my dad, and it felt good! "does it feel good to swear about your dad?" i cringed "actually, yes it does!" he laughed i looked over at my dad, he was talking to some asshole looking guy, i turned back to Justin, "lets go 'shopping' then!" i said not karing if i just disapeared, not that dad would notice anyway. he nodded and
picked me up off the ground and walked with me to the mall.
the mall trip was different that i expcted, he actually took me to a store named skins, i never thought id step a foot in this store, its wear all the sluts from my old school shop, tank
tops short shorts hooker boots yeah wierd place rite? we came in with nothing and came out with so much stuff to sink a bloody ship! he was smiling slyly i wondered what was up until he took me around the corner to find a black range rover parked in the back of the mall, i stood there in awe, "th-this, is your car?" i asked stupidly he smiled and nodded "yup" i smiled exited, he laughed at me, i laughed at him for laughing at me, he drove me back to the crime lab going over the speed limit the whole way there, but hey hes reaching out to pull me from
my comfort zone. i slid out of the car when we got there "well, my dads probobly gonna p.o at me but, i had funn and thats what matters!" he laughed and started driving away before my
dad took a shot gun to his beuitful bad boy face. i ran behind the building to my room window, i shoved the stuff i bought today through the window and ran back to the front door to walk
inside.
"Mikayla stratford Stokes! where have you been?" i cringed "oh you noticed?" dad frowned "of coarse i did your my daughter." "then start acting like i am!" i said harshly and i walked over
to the chair in the room to set my purse down, "i was with Justin today." i gave in, he frowned "you mean the motorcycle theif?" i nodded "im going to bed, and hes not a theif hes just
misunderstood." i said before going to my room, witch i actuallly had.
The next morning, i woke up to find dad gone, no surprise, i went to talk to cathrine, i walked in her office she sat on a chair reading over some papers, she set them down once i
came in "where were you last night?" she asked i sighed "shoppin." she raised an eyebrow "really? your dad said you were with Justin Bieber." i nodded "i was." she sighed "ok then... just dont think your dad will like this idea..." i shook my head, "dont kare." i sat down, she rolled her eyes "do you kare about anything about your dads job?" i shook my head
"not when the only time you see him is when hes scoping out a sewer or an embariel ground uopn witch sombody has died, she laughed "you speak in poetic terms and you dont notice." i shrugged "poetry is in my blood i told you, but nobody ever listens." cathrine stood up "well i listen to you, but right now, i have a neice that needs to be picked up from a party." i
nodded "age?" i asked wierdly, she smiled but sighed "14" i nodded "name?" she looked at me, i shrugged im into wierd questions, and she knows it. "tessa." i nodded, "well ok then! have fun!" she rolled her eyes, "yeah ill try." she said walking out of the room. after 5 minutes of siting there like an idiot i finally stood up and walked to the kitchen, i took a bag of
waffles out and popped in two wafflesin one toaster and two in an another toaster, after they popped i drowned them in syrup and grabbed two small bags of sugar, what can i say im
for sugar, i walked in to the living room, sat down and changed the channel to law in order, my only fave crime show, i was so sick of csi, i could punch the tv in the face. the phone rang
then, i looked at it for like a minute, before talking to the phone "what the fuck are you ringing for?" i picked up the phone "you rang?" i asked "ya hey im in the driveway i locked myself
out..." cathrine said i rolled my eyes of coarse "ya sec." i hung up and opened the door cathrine walked in my gaze folloed her until she was out of sight, then i looked out the door "holy
shit fuckers!" there in the doorway stood a girl dressed in all black, black jeans, a black holterish top with netting as half-sleeves, and converse, she had her hair all up in ratty emo
pigtails that spiked out everywhere and had two eyebrow peircings a nose ring and a lip ring! her shirt read bitch on the front, and im just warning you witten on the back, she was
freaky lets put it as that, "um, hi?" she rolled her eyes "ya whatever, names tessa, whats yours?'' i gulped, "Mikayla." i croaked she snorted "Mikayla? what a girly name..." she asked before storming by me. tipical reaction. cathrine walked around the corner, "nice girl, whos her mother, madusa?" cathrine shrugged "listen, i know shes scary looking, but i need
you to look after her, shes a year younger so if you leave take her with you, we dont need her contaminating the csi evidence." i groaned but agreed anyway, "ok i have to go help your dad so ill be back in a few." she said and left the building, i just stood there for a minute watching her drive away, "well this is gonna be fun!" i said sacasticly and fled to my room, where
tessa was going through my cds!
(disclaimer: no, i dont own justin bi3ber... yet, no just kidding i dont own him at all, if i did id be one lucky bitch .)