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A young girl around that age of about 13 or 14 steps out of the hotel shower with a towel rapid tightly around her, her brown hair with blonde streaks drips water down her back she slips on black pants and a black sleeveless shirt before wringing out her hair and brushing it through pulling it up into a bun. She slips on white ankle socks and than a pair of running tennis shoes. She looks at herself in the mirror and sigh. The hotel room she was in was neat the only possessions of hers that were in the room was a black book bag.
Most people would mistake her for a gothic chick or a drug attic or something along those lines because she was wearing all black, but the fact was she was nothing like what she dressed like. She was different from most people. She picked up her book bag and the key to the room and headed out shutting the door behind her. She went down to the front desk and handed in her key they handed her back her credit card they had been holding onto so that she couldn't get away without paying for her room. She slid the credit card into her pocket.
She went out the front of the hotel and walked over to her motorcycle and pulled out keys. She looked 16 and old enough to drive she had a false drivers license so that she could get from place to place easily. She stuck on her helmet and begin to drive down the road.
About 30 minutes later she would be seen pulling into the woods and cutting her engine. She walked over to a fence of a military base and cut some of the wire and crawled through with her book bag. She snuck through the base and into the hallways of the main part of the base. She began planting bombs all over the base she began out when sirens began to alarm she began to run faster she turned a corner and ran right into someone.
He wasn't dressed in a military uniform but still, she didn't trust him. She drew her gun he had a gun as well. He had dark green eye and brown hair. Some other guys without uniforms were being shot at and soon shots were being shot at her as well. She heard someone call "hey Trowa come on" just as she turned and began to head the other direction.
Who were those guys? She wondered in her head. She was thinking about who those guys could have been and wasn't paying attention to where she was going and turned down a wrong corridor and turned around to go back the other way and found her self face to face with a large group of soldiers. "Hold your fire men" says an older man who seemed to be an officer.
"So we finally meet" he says turning to the girl. The girl says nothing keeping silent. "Do you know who I am?" asks the man. The girl merely shakes her head slightly. The man smiles, "I'm your father". *_*_*_*_*
Well I know yet again I have written a really short chapter. SORRY anyways I need at least two reviews to continue my story that was I know at least someone is paying attention. See ya later! Lorim
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A young girl around that age of about 13 or 14 steps out of the hotel shower with a towel rapid tightly around her, her brown hair with blonde streaks drips water down her back she slips on black pants and a black sleeveless shirt before wringing out her hair and brushing it through pulling it up into a bun. She slips on white ankle socks and than a pair of running tennis shoes. She looks at herself in the mirror and sigh. The hotel room she was in was neat the only possessions of hers that were in the room was a black book bag.
Most people would mistake her for a gothic chick or a drug attic or something along those lines because she was wearing all black, but the fact was she was nothing like what she dressed like. She was different from most people. She picked up her book bag and the key to the room and headed out shutting the door behind her. She went down to the front desk and handed in her key they handed her back her credit card they had been holding onto so that she couldn't get away without paying for her room. She slid the credit card into her pocket.
She went out the front of the hotel and walked over to her motorcycle and pulled out keys. She looked 16 and old enough to drive she had a false drivers license so that she could get from place to place easily. She stuck on her helmet and begin to drive down the road.
About 30 minutes later she would be seen pulling into the woods and cutting her engine. She walked over to a fence of a military base and cut some of the wire and crawled through with her book bag. She snuck through the base and into the hallways of the main part of the base. She began planting bombs all over the base she began out when sirens began to alarm she began to run faster she turned a corner and ran right into someone.
He wasn't dressed in a military uniform but still, she didn't trust him. She drew her gun he had a gun as well. He had dark green eye and brown hair. Some other guys without uniforms were being shot at and soon shots were being shot at her as well. She heard someone call "hey Trowa come on" just as she turned and began to head the other direction.
Who were those guys? She wondered in her head. She was thinking about who those guys could have been and wasn't paying attention to where she was going and turned down a wrong corridor and turned around to go back the other way and found her self face to face with a large group of soldiers. "Hold your fire men" says an older man who seemed to be an officer.
"So we finally meet" he says turning to the girl. The girl says nothing keeping silent. "Do you know who I am?" asks the man. The girl merely shakes her head slightly. The man smiles, "I'm your father". *_*_*_*_*
Well I know yet again I have written a really short chapter. SORRY anyways I need at least two reviews to continue my story that was I know at least someone is paying attention. See ya later! Lorim