Disclaimer: I own practically nothing in this story. Just Amy, Ellen,
Sandra, and the plotline. Now, (dud dud dun!!) Chapter 2!!!!!
@-,-'-@-,-'-@-,-'-@-,-'-@-,-'- It was another long, hard day. Frustrated and angry, fourteen- year- old Amy Sanders storms into the living room.
"Amy, is that you?" Ellen Walters, the Sanders' housekeeper called from her kitchen. Amy rolled her eyes. "Who else would I be, Ellen?" she replied sarcastically. Ignoring the remark, the housekeeper poked her head out to look at the girl. "Well, wash up, dinner's almost rea-." She cut off her sentence when she saw the hideous black- and- blue bruise over Amy's right eye.
"My God!" she exclaimed, rushing over to the teen, "What on Earth happened?" Untroubled, Amy looked away and muttered, "Nothing. I tripped." The look on Ellen's face revealed that she wasn't about to buy that excuse. She eyed the girl suspiciously and repeated, "What happened, Amy?" Then Amy's temper flared, "I said 'nothing!'" she snapped. Taken aback, the housekeeper stepped away. "Well, put some ice on it, and wash up. Dinner's ready," she said, a little hurt. Sarcastically, Amy responded, "Sorry, I'm on a crap- free diet. Anyway, I'm meeting Sandra at the mall."
"Child, if you want my advice, I'd stay away from that Sandra girl," Ellen muttered from the kitchen, "She's nothing but trouble if you ask me." "Well, I didn't ask you, did I?" Amy replied. "I don't want to have any calls about you this time!" Ellen called, but it was too late. Amy was out the door.
@-,-'-@-,-'-@-,-'-@-,-'-@-,-'- After witnessing the argument, four figures suddenly materialized outside the Sanders' home. One, a red-headed female, spoke aloud what the rest were thinking, "Oh, isn't it sad what that girl is doing to herself?" "It's awful, Monica," a young male responded, "She's obviously our newest assignment." An older black woman stepped forward, "Don't be so sure, Andrew. She could be only a part of an even bigger assignment." "Tess is right, guys," a young female chimed in, "But for now we should probably concentrate on her. If she is, she'll lead us to it in due time." "Good observation, Gloria," Tess replied. "So," Andrew said, "let's get started!" @-,-'-@-,-'-@-,-'-@-,-'-@-,-'-
"C'mon, Amy!" Sandra Adams, a tall, 16-year old girl with intense, icy blue eyes called. "Hold on Sandra, I'm coming!" Amy responded, trying to keep up with the older girl. When she finally caught up with her, she panted, "So, what are we doing here today?" A sly grin crossed Sandra's face. "How about we show off some artwork?" gesturing towards the wall of the Piper County Mall. "Sweet!" Amy exclaimed. "Let me get some paint, and I'll be right back."
@-,-'-@-,-'-@-,-'-@-,-'-@-,-'- It was another long, hard day. Frustrated and angry, fourteen- year- old Amy Sanders storms into the living room.
"Amy, is that you?" Ellen Walters, the Sanders' housekeeper called from her kitchen. Amy rolled her eyes. "Who else would I be, Ellen?" she replied sarcastically. Ignoring the remark, the housekeeper poked her head out to look at the girl. "Well, wash up, dinner's almost rea-." She cut off her sentence when she saw the hideous black- and- blue bruise over Amy's right eye.
"My God!" she exclaimed, rushing over to the teen, "What on Earth happened?" Untroubled, Amy looked away and muttered, "Nothing. I tripped." The look on Ellen's face revealed that she wasn't about to buy that excuse. She eyed the girl suspiciously and repeated, "What happened, Amy?" Then Amy's temper flared, "I said 'nothing!'" she snapped. Taken aback, the housekeeper stepped away. "Well, put some ice on it, and wash up. Dinner's ready," she said, a little hurt. Sarcastically, Amy responded, "Sorry, I'm on a crap- free diet. Anyway, I'm meeting Sandra at the mall."
"Child, if you want my advice, I'd stay away from that Sandra girl," Ellen muttered from the kitchen, "She's nothing but trouble if you ask me." "Well, I didn't ask you, did I?" Amy replied. "I don't want to have any calls about you this time!" Ellen called, but it was too late. Amy was out the door.
@-,-'-@-,-'-@-,-'-@-,-'-@-,-'- After witnessing the argument, four figures suddenly materialized outside the Sanders' home. One, a red-headed female, spoke aloud what the rest were thinking, "Oh, isn't it sad what that girl is doing to herself?" "It's awful, Monica," a young male responded, "She's obviously our newest assignment." An older black woman stepped forward, "Don't be so sure, Andrew. She could be only a part of an even bigger assignment." "Tess is right, guys," a young female chimed in, "But for now we should probably concentrate on her. If she is, she'll lead us to it in due time." "Good observation, Gloria," Tess replied. "So," Andrew said, "let's get started!" @-,-'-@-,-'-@-,-'-@-,-'-@-,-'-
"C'mon, Amy!" Sandra Adams, a tall, 16-year old girl with intense, icy blue eyes called. "Hold on Sandra, I'm coming!" Amy responded, trying to keep up with the older girl. When she finally caught up with her, she panted, "So, what are we doing here today?" A sly grin crossed Sandra's face. "How about we show off some artwork?" gesturing towards the wall of the Piper County Mall. "Sweet!" Amy exclaimed. "Let me get some paint, and I'll be right back."