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Chapter 6
Czarina looked fearfully at the expression on Amy's face. She was smiling, but it was a dangerous smile. Like the kind she would wear just before she would beat up bullies in elementary school.
Brittani and Czarina exchanged glances.
"Why do you need a frying pan, Amy?" Czarina asked.
"Because I want to fry some eggs, Czarina." Amy said sarcastically. "I'm going to beat those plastics till they become petroleum again!"
"Amy, you're going all nerdy on us again!" Brittani said, her face twisted in confusion.
"No time, I have to find McKayla Hortsensheimer!"
"No, Amy, calm down-" but she had already gone.
"Aw, man, she's going to so be killed." Czarina said, sighing.
"Yeah I know." Brittani said sadly.
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The cheerleaders were standing outside the gym locker rooms. Anita Walsh, the cheer captain, turned around and said, "Hey, look! It's Amy, our favorite flyer. If you had joined the team, you wouldn't be in this mess right now!"
"I'd rather burn slowly to death than join you snotty, rich, brats!"
"Aha! You just put your finger on it, we're filthy rich. That's why we got McKayla to spy on you guys! And it doesn't hurt that she's had a crush on your BOYFRIEND from the beginning of the year! She couldn't believe what she saw. She hates you now, and she's going- oops, don't want to give any thing away!"
"I'm going to beat you all into the sheets of plastic that you were made of!"
"Wanna go? Wal-Mart, after school. Today. Let's see how much gut you have there!"
"Fine! I'll see you there!"
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When she got to Wal-Mart, she looked in the back parking lot for the cheerleaders. They were nowhere to be found. However, there were some bulky -looking men near the dumpsters.
Where are they? She thought slowly. That means.. Oh I wouldn't put it past them. I have to get out of here.
The bulky men, as though reading her mind, began to walk closer. She started backing away. As she turned around to leave, she saw more men, forming a perfect circle around her. It was then that she began to feel the fluttering of fear in her stomach.
She continued her walk with a poker face, as though she was just walking through the lot. She reached the wall of men in about 5 seconds, at least, it seemed that way. She started to brush past, murmuring, "excuse me". She had thought she made it when a hand grabbed her arm.
"Excuse me." She said louder, and tried to pull away.
"I don't think so, missy." The man holding her said, in a gravelly, deep voice.
"Let me go!" she almost yelled this.
"Boys, cover her mouth." Another man, almost lazily, reached into his back pocket and pulled out a hanky.
"Oh, you think a hanky's going to stop me from letting this whole parking lot know what you're doing?"
"Oh, no, ma chérie, I know that its going to do it." Said another man with a French accent. He pressed it onto her nose.
Amy, realizing what he was doing, tried to stop breathing, but it didn't work and she took a huge involuntary breath. Immediately she felt the effect of the drug, and everything went black.
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When she came to, she found herself staring into the amber eyes of one Ian Kabra.
A/N: A cliffy for you! 5 reviews before update, you know the drill.
