I own everything but the pants, in all their glory.
Melora scowled as some overweight German, burnt to a bright red crisp, smacked her in the back with his backpack/water bottle. Turning around to yell (she didn't really know German but she figuered he'd understand that she was upset if she made enough obscene hand gestures), she tripped over some loose rock on the ground and tumbled over the ledge. She landed with a thud on a patch of dirt and dry grass, in between railings. Great...now I look like I'm some sort of beggar... she thought. She laid down on her back and looked at the sky, not caring that tourists were taking pictures and pointing.

After she picked off most of the dry leaves and scrapped most of the dirt and shit, yes shit, off herself, she began to look for a way back to path. Okay, she thought, I may be covered in crap, but at least I have my dignity. Another tourist snapped a picture. For the most part. She looked around. Where was she? She would have to jump over the ledge if she wanted to get out without climbing up the hill. She walked up to the "ledge". It went past her shoulders. Um, yeah, that's not going to happen.

She started to walk up the hill, noticing all the rocks and plants she was lucky she missed. Walking up, up, up the hill got very tiring, very quickly in the Grecian heat for someone who considered a walk around the block to be great cardio. Exhausted, and covered in who-knows-what, Melora found some shade under a tree and fell over. Okay, maybe I should do that class at the gym that Frankie was talking about. Staring back out at the caldera, it really was the only thing she liked about Santorini, the rancid girl sighed out in relief for being half way up the hill from hell. She laid her head back to look at the sky, but, wait, what was that in the tree? She stood up and looked into the tree, it looked like a lump. Not that that helped or anything, lumps never helped. If she stood on her toes, she could almost reach it, because the tree was short and she was extremely tall (6.1' and as graceful as a new born giraffe). She could almost reach it but not quite, so she broke a branch off and sort of poked and jabbed it out of the tree. With some excitment, though she wasn't sure why, Melora grabbed it as it fell. It was a lot heavier than she expected. She held it up, trying to determine if the lump was anything but. The lump cracked from dried dirt and grime as she shook it. What is this and where in hell as it been? She laid it down on the ground and tried to flatten it out into a shape. What is...what are a pair of pants doing in a tree?


SmellyMelly00: Del, you'll never guess what I found today!

Deli Deli Deli28: Was this before or after you had to ask the German folk to help you over the wall?

SmellyMelly00: After. And I'm quite proud of myself for having mimed well enough for them to know what I was talking about.

Deli Deli Deli28: Maybe they didn't. Maybe they just wanted your Russian ass.

SmellyMelly00: Who doesn't? Anyway I found a pair of pants in a tree.

Deli Deli Deli28: Only you, Mel. Only you


The house was quite. It made Delia me nervous, she knew it wasn't because there was a psycho murderer in her house or anything, her family was just out. That didn't happen very often. She decided not to go with them so that she could pack for Mel's. Mel was coming home really late tonight, so the girls (Delia, Frankie, and Bailey) decided to go over there and wait for them to come home and then spend the night. Each of them knew that Mel was going to need them there after two weeks alone with her parents.

Delia walked around her house trying to find the items she needed for the night. This was hard considering her siblings liked to go into her room and "borrow" and move things around. It made her mad, but what could she do? They were kids, and they thought it was like a game. A weird, annoying game that drove her crazy, but a game nonetheless. She went up to her oldest brother's (age 12) door, and was startled when she saw him sitting at his computer with headphones over his head.

"What are you doing here?" She asked.

No response.

"HELLOOO????" She yelled.

Again, nothing. She looked at the floor of his room, it was covered in gross pre-teen boy stuff. No way was she going in that. S o, she did the only reasonable thing.

He whirled around angrily when her shoe rebounded off his head.

"What the hell do you think you're doing!?!" he yelled as Delia leaned against the door laughing. When she saw his face, she didn't feel like laughing anymore. She felt like hurting someone, the someone who gave him that black eye that seemed to cover half his face.

"Who did that to you?" she asked, trying to make her way through his junk on the floor.

"Nobody," he said quickly, whirling around in his chair, away from her, to face the computer.

"Oh, so you just tripped then?" She asked with anger.

"Just leave me alone, Delia. It's nothing."

"Do Mom and Dad know?"

"I said just leave me alone!" He yelled, shoving her out of his room.

She knocked and pleaded more with his door than with him for the next half-hour. Eventually, even her patience ran out , so she grabbed what she could, stuffed it into her duffle bag, and headed over to Mel's Mansion.


FranktheBanker7: My computers crashing.

LeyLey894: Things from the 80's tend to do that.

FranktheBanker7: shut. up.

LeyLey894: You know you love me.

FranktheBanker7: hmm..

LeyLey894: Fine, I'll bring you candy tonight. Will you forgive me then?

FranktheBanker7: Okay, deal. When should we head over to Mel's?

LeyLey894:I'm bored, so. . . how does now work for you?

FranktheBanker7: Couldn't be better.


Bailey, pulled in front of Frankie's house. When they were younger, Frankie used to be embarrassed that she lived the worse part of the neighborhood. But she finally got over that when she realized the three of them weren't going anywhere. Ever. They'd been together since they were babies, Delia's mom ran a day care, and the other three were her only clients under the age of five at the time.

If Bailey were outside any of her other friend's houses, she would have just honked like there was no tomorrow. But at Frankie's. . . well, her neighbors are quite the characters. So, pulling the keys out of the ignition, Bailey walked up to Frankie's door and was about to knock when she heard shouting.

"Where the hell do you think you're going?" That was a man's voice. Frankie's dad left a long time ago, so it was probably one of her moms "boyfriends".

"Out. Not that I need to tell you where I'm going." That was Frankie. No doubt.

"Like hell you don't!" His words were slurred, he was drunk. What a surprise. "Don't you walk away from me!"

"You don't have any authority over me! I don't even know why my mom puts up with you, you drunk, po- . .. She was cut off by the sound of a hit. A hard hit.

Bailey was shaking she was so mad. That man was a drunk, he didn't deserve to be anywhere near Frankie and her mom. She wanted to hurt him. Hurt him like he hurt Frankie. She would have barged in right then, if Frankie hadn't stormed out that very seconded. Frankie was suprised to see Bailey standing out side, and they locked eyes, with Frankie holding her cheek. Nothing needed to be said. Not then. They both knew it, just being together would be enough untill all four of them could be together. The walked in silence to the car, and sat in silence all the way to Mel's. With Bailey holding on as tight as she could to Frankie's hand, telling her she was there, in more than one way.

And that was all she needed to do.


Yeah, two in two days. Give me my trophy, as i expect it. Uh, review. please. all it has to say is 'i read this'. I just want to know if anyone is actually reading my stuff. Thanks to the two that did.