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"What the hell did you do to my house?!" Jill shrieked.
"I just looked through a few things," Becky defended.
Jill glared at Becky and motioned to the living room that looked like a tornado had just hit it, "YOU decided to look through MY things!"
Jill didn't bother to hear the response. She threw her hands in the air and hurried upstairs to her bedroom.
"AHHHHH!! BECKY!!!" Jill shrieked when she saw her room. The drawers had been emptied on the floor, the clothes in her closet now lay in a heap in the corner, there was also a random purple stain in the middle of the carpet, "BECKY!!!!!!!!"
Downstairs, Becky tensed and, guilt overtaking her, started to clean up the living room.
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*knock knock*
"Go away!" Claire yelled at her brother.
Chris opened the door and came in anyway, "Sorry if I interrupted anything."
Claire ignored Chris and sat on her bed, staring at her wall.
"Not like you should be doing that in MY living room anyway."
Claire glared at Chris, "This is MY house too!"
Chris shook his head, "I bought the house and I pay the bills. You moved in with ME."
Claire sighed, admitting defeat, "Let's call it even."
"That's my girl," Chris said, walking over and putting Claire in a headlock.
"Ack!" Claire grabbed her pillow and hit Chris with it as hard as she could.
This launched a counter attack by Chris and soon the two siblings were having the pillow fight of the century.
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Becky finished cleaning the living room around midnight, luckily not finding too much irreparable damage.
She sighed and collapsed on the couch, falling into a deep slumber.
And that's how Jill found her the next morning.
Jill looked around the living room; it was amazing. It looked almost like it did before hurricane Rebecca. One or two things out of place, but nothing major.
Jill smiled and looked down at Becky.
**She tried so hard to fix her mistakes...*
Jill went into the kitchen to cook breakfast when something outside caught her eye. A red corvette.
Jill stopped at the window and looked out. There was man in the car...
It couldn't be. He had left for 'personal reasons' shortly after the incident in Raccoon City. It couldn't be. Why would he come back?
The man got out of the car and began walking to the front door. As he got closer, Jill's suspicions were confirmed. Carlos was back.
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Thanks for reading everyone. Please tell me what you think. Sorry this chapter's kinda short. I'll try to make the next few longer. PLEASE REVIEW!!
"What the hell did you do to my house?!" Jill shrieked.
"I just looked through a few things," Becky defended.
Jill glared at Becky and motioned to the living room that looked like a tornado had just hit it, "YOU decided to look through MY things!"
Jill didn't bother to hear the response. She threw her hands in the air and hurried upstairs to her bedroom.
"AHHHHH!! BECKY!!!" Jill shrieked when she saw her room. The drawers had been emptied on the floor, the clothes in her closet now lay in a heap in the corner, there was also a random purple stain in the middle of the carpet, "BECKY!!!!!!!!"
Downstairs, Becky tensed and, guilt overtaking her, started to clean up the living room.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
*knock knock*
"Go away!" Claire yelled at her brother.
Chris opened the door and came in anyway, "Sorry if I interrupted anything."
Claire ignored Chris and sat on her bed, staring at her wall.
"Not like you should be doing that in MY living room anyway."
Claire glared at Chris, "This is MY house too!"
Chris shook his head, "I bought the house and I pay the bills. You moved in with ME."
Claire sighed, admitting defeat, "Let's call it even."
"That's my girl," Chris said, walking over and putting Claire in a headlock.
"Ack!" Claire grabbed her pillow and hit Chris with it as hard as she could.
This launched a counter attack by Chris and soon the two siblings were having the pillow fight of the century.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Becky finished cleaning the living room around midnight, luckily not finding too much irreparable damage.
She sighed and collapsed on the couch, falling into a deep slumber.
And that's how Jill found her the next morning.
Jill looked around the living room; it was amazing. It looked almost like it did before hurricane Rebecca. One or two things out of place, but nothing major.
Jill smiled and looked down at Becky.
**She tried so hard to fix her mistakes...*
Jill went into the kitchen to cook breakfast when something outside caught her eye. A red corvette.
Jill stopped at the window and looked out. There was man in the car...
It couldn't be. He had left for 'personal reasons' shortly after the incident in Raccoon City. It couldn't be. Why would he come back?
The man got out of the car and began walking to the front door. As he got closer, Jill's suspicions were confirmed. Carlos was back.
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Thanks for reading everyone. Please tell me what you think. Sorry this chapter's kinda short. I'll try to make the next few longer. PLEASE REVIEW!!