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Posting . . . I was typing this while I was supposed to be typing up an essay. Oh, the things I do for you guys. :P
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They froze at the voice. The cop looked at them. "You're not in trouble, kids. This is just private property. Where are your parents?"
Cheyenne found her voice. "Our parents are currently in Wyoming. We're staying at our grandparents' house until our mom and dad get their divorce filed and we know who we're staying with. You know, custody over the kids and all that junk. Grandma and grandpa are just going to get some stuff from the car because I have volleyball and he has baseball after this."
It was one of those half-truth sort of things. Their parents were in a jail in Wyoming, filing a long-delayed divorce, and their grandparents had lived in Los Angeles when they were younger, until Cheyenne and Casper had turned eight years old, when they . Cheyenne had played volleyball for a while, and Casper had been the best hitter on his baseball team.
She just conveniently left out the little details. After all, they were insignificant.
The cop's facial expression morphed into sympathy and pity. Cheyenne hated it at once. "Oh, you poor kids." His tone turned apologetic. "But this is private property. I'm afraid you kids are not allowed to be here."
Casper looked around. "Where's grandpa? He should be back by now."
Cheyenne rolled her eyes, playing up to the charade. "Oh, jeez. Grandpa probably can't open the car trunk or something again. Come on, Rupert, let's go help him. Do you think he lost the keys?" she took off running.
Casper (or Rupert) followed her. "Jeez, Jess, wait up!" the cop stared confusedly after them, shrugged, and walked away.
Let's pause for a moment. Casper and Cheyenne couldn't well go under their real names. After all, there can only be so many Cheyenne and Casper Wyomings in the country, let alone twin Casper and Cheyenne's. So they had fake names. It was easy enough. The problem was their looks. They needed disguises.
Casper caught up to Cheyenne. "Jeez. Rupert?"
Cheyenne shrugged. "It was all I could think of at the moment."
Casper rolled his eyes. "Whatever. We need to get some hair dye. Two blond twins, roughly fourteen years old? Not that hard to find. Come on . . . Jess. Do you want to be a brownie, a redhead, or a raven-hair?"
Cheyenne looked thoughtfully at her fraternal twin. "I always wanted to have raven-black hair." She mused out loud, imagining herself with black hair.
Casper grinned. "And to steal some hair dye we go!" he looked at his twin. "I call being a brownie!"
Hmm . . . Who wants a special guest appearance?
Your choices:
Alistair Oh: Hope Cahill: Arthur Trent: Grace Cahill: Fiske Cahill: Isabel/Vikram Kabra: Eisenhower/Mary Todd Holt
Remember, this is about seven years before the clue hunt (ten years before Cahills vs. Vespers), so Hamilton, Ian, and Amy should all have been born already, and all of the younger kids, too. Take your pick!
Review, and I shall update!
