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Disclaimer: I do not own these characters. Meg Cabot does.
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Chapter Three...
"Did you see that hot clerk at the front desk?" Tina asked Mia as they walked past.
"No, I didn't." replied Mia.
"Oh, so now you have Michael you are completly blind to other guys?"
"Did I say that? No, I just didn't notice him is all."
"Ok, fine. Sorry. Now, what do you want?"
"Um, I dunno, lets just go to the candy aisle." Mia suggested.
They each chose a few items, and headed up to the front of the store.
"This all?" The clerk asked, with a bored expression on his face.
"Oh, wait a second, Tina, I want a Cherry Coke too."
Mia turned around and headed back up to the fridges to grab a bottle.
Tina didn't mind, it gave her a chance to chat with the Clerk, Jason.
"So," she said. "It doesn't get very busy around here at this time of night?" She was just trying to make small talk.
"Not really," He replied with that same bored expression on his face. "Usually it's only the pot heads who have a bad case of the munchies." Jason looked at Tina, an accussing look replacing the bored one.
"Oh, um, no... um, we arn't... we havn't been... we just had a craving for chocolate." Tina said quickly.
Pot heads??? Her and Mia? Oh, yeah right!!!
* * *
Michael had been staring at the phone for quite some time. Numerous times he had contemplated picking it up and ringing her, but he always thought better of it and put it back on the hook.
Finally, he couldn't stand it any longer. He picked up the phone and dialed.
It almost rang out before a flustered Mr. G answered.
"Hello?" He asked.
"Hi, Mr. G, it's Michael. I know it's late, but may I please speak with Mia?"
"Sure, Michael, I thought she would have picked up the phone herself actually. I'll have to go and get her. They proberly have their music up too loud. One minute." He set the phone down and Michael could hear him calling out to Mia.
In the background, music could be heard coming from Mia's room, but not the footsteps of Mia herself. Does she not want to speak to him? Michael thought.
Uh, oh, somethings not right. Michael could hear Mr. G in the back ground calling out to Mia's mom.
"Helen! The girls are missing! Mia, are you here?"
"What?!?" screeched Mia's mom, "Mia, where are you???"
That was all Michael needed to hear. He hastily put the phone down and ran out the front door.
He did not have a good feeling about this, something was wrong. He could feel it in the pit of his stomach.
* * *
Mia had just grabbed a Cherry Coke from the ice cold fridge when she heard something that made her heart skip a beat.
"All right! Listen up and listen carefully and no one needs to get hurt! Put the money in the bag, quickly and quietly and don't even think of reaching for the emergency button."
Mia turned around and ducked at the site of a huge man, dressed in black, complete with a balaclava. He was holding a gun at the guy behind the desk.
"Ok, man, don't shoot me! Please, I'll give you your money."
From behind the refuge of a big stand, Mia could see poor Tina, as white as a ghost, standing only two metres from the robber.
The guy hadn't seen Mia yet, and hopefully he wouldn't.
A woman entered the store. She saw what was happening, let out a little shriek, and ran to the safety of the street. The man tried to grab her as she ran, but missed.
Jason took the opportunity to do something daring, he grabbed a baseball bat from behind the desk and clubbed him over the head hard.
But not hard enough. It gave the woman the chance to run, but it also angred the robber.
"You'll pay for that one!" he cried as he clutched he head with his spare hand, and pointing his other hand, the one with the gun, at Tina.
Mia could hear Tina whimpering from where she was. She had to do something, but what?
* * *
Michael had run as fast as he could to the Loft.
He burst through the door without bothering to knock.
"Where is she?" Michael cried as he bent over to catch his breath.
Helen looked up from her seat at the kitchen table. She'd had her head in her hands.
Mr. G was pacing around the room with the phone glued to his ear.
"Michael!" exclaimed Helen, "Then you don't know where Mia is? Oh, this is just terrible, she's proberly lying in a gutter somewhere!"
Just thinking about that situation made his stomach tense up.
"No, I will not be placed on hold again, I'm missing a child!" Mr. G was crying into the phone.
"We only just realised she was missing. No I will not call back in twenty four hours if we still have not found her! Listen to me, she never goes anywhere without her bodyguard. Oh, I think you will care once you find out who she is, yes, thats right, Princess Amelia Renaldo. Now are you going to help me?"
"Oh give me the phone!" Helen snatched the phone from Frank's hand.
"Listen here, my daughter is missing and you are going to find her. No this is not a prank call, she really is a Princess. Hello? Hello?"
"What happened? What did they say?" Michael asked nervously.
"They hung up on me!" she shouted as she flung the phone down in anger. "She said, 'I'm sorry but my job is reserved for people with real problems' and hung up!"
"Should we go out and look for her?" asked Frank.
''Where are we suppossed to start? I'm calling her father, he can organise a search party in no time." She picked the phone back up and dialed furiously.
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Once again, please review.
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters. Meg Cabot does.
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Chapter Three...
"Did you see that hot clerk at the front desk?" Tina asked Mia as they walked past.
"No, I didn't." replied Mia.
"Oh, so now you have Michael you are completly blind to other guys?"
"Did I say that? No, I just didn't notice him is all."
"Ok, fine. Sorry. Now, what do you want?"
"Um, I dunno, lets just go to the candy aisle." Mia suggested.
They each chose a few items, and headed up to the front of the store.
"This all?" The clerk asked, with a bored expression on his face.
"Oh, wait a second, Tina, I want a Cherry Coke too."
Mia turned around and headed back up to the fridges to grab a bottle.
Tina didn't mind, it gave her a chance to chat with the Clerk, Jason.
"So," she said. "It doesn't get very busy around here at this time of night?" She was just trying to make small talk.
"Not really," He replied with that same bored expression on his face. "Usually it's only the pot heads who have a bad case of the munchies." Jason looked at Tina, an accussing look replacing the bored one.
"Oh, um, no... um, we arn't... we havn't been... we just had a craving for chocolate." Tina said quickly.
Pot heads??? Her and Mia? Oh, yeah right!!!
* * *
Michael had been staring at the phone for quite some time. Numerous times he had contemplated picking it up and ringing her, but he always thought better of it and put it back on the hook.
Finally, he couldn't stand it any longer. He picked up the phone and dialed.
It almost rang out before a flustered Mr. G answered.
"Hello?" He asked.
"Hi, Mr. G, it's Michael. I know it's late, but may I please speak with Mia?"
"Sure, Michael, I thought she would have picked up the phone herself actually. I'll have to go and get her. They proberly have their music up too loud. One minute." He set the phone down and Michael could hear him calling out to Mia.
In the background, music could be heard coming from Mia's room, but not the footsteps of Mia herself. Does she not want to speak to him? Michael thought.
Uh, oh, somethings not right. Michael could hear Mr. G in the back ground calling out to Mia's mom.
"Helen! The girls are missing! Mia, are you here?"
"What?!?" screeched Mia's mom, "Mia, where are you???"
That was all Michael needed to hear. He hastily put the phone down and ran out the front door.
He did not have a good feeling about this, something was wrong. He could feel it in the pit of his stomach.
* * *
Mia had just grabbed a Cherry Coke from the ice cold fridge when she heard something that made her heart skip a beat.
"All right! Listen up and listen carefully and no one needs to get hurt! Put the money in the bag, quickly and quietly and don't even think of reaching for the emergency button."
Mia turned around and ducked at the site of a huge man, dressed in black, complete with a balaclava. He was holding a gun at the guy behind the desk.
"Ok, man, don't shoot me! Please, I'll give you your money."
From behind the refuge of a big stand, Mia could see poor Tina, as white as a ghost, standing only two metres from the robber.
The guy hadn't seen Mia yet, and hopefully he wouldn't.
A woman entered the store. She saw what was happening, let out a little shriek, and ran to the safety of the street. The man tried to grab her as she ran, but missed.
Jason took the opportunity to do something daring, he grabbed a baseball bat from behind the desk and clubbed him over the head hard.
But not hard enough. It gave the woman the chance to run, but it also angred the robber.
"You'll pay for that one!" he cried as he clutched he head with his spare hand, and pointing his other hand, the one with the gun, at Tina.
Mia could hear Tina whimpering from where she was. She had to do something, but what?
* * *
Michael had run as fast as he could to the Loft.
He burst through the door without bothering to knock.
"Where is she?" Michael cried as he bent over to catch his breath.
Helen looked up from her seat at the kitchen table. She'd had her head in her hands.
Mr. G was pacing around the room with the phone glued to his ear.
"Michael!" exclaimed Helen, "Then you don't know where Mia is? Oh, this is just terrible, she's proberly lying in a gutter somewhere!"
Just thinking about that situation made his stomach tense up.
"No, I will not be placed on hold again, I'm missing a child!" Mr. G was crying into the phone.
"We only just realised she was missing. No I will not call back in twenty four hours if we still have not found her! Listen to me, she never goes anywhere without her bodyguard. Oh, I think you will care once you find out who she is, yes, thats right, Princess Amelia Renaldo. Now are you going to help me?"
"Oh give me the phone!" Helen snatched the phone from Frank's hand.
"Listen here, my daughter is missing and you are going to find her. No this is not a prank call, she really is a Princess. Hello? Hello?"
"What happened? What did they say?" Michael asked nervously.
"They hung up on me!" she shouted as she flung the phone down in anger. "She said, 'I'm sorry but my job is reserved for people with real problems' and hung up!"
"Should we go out and look for her?" asked Frank.
''Where are we suppossed to start? I'm calling her father, he can organise a search party in no time." She picked the phone back up and dialed furiously.
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