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A/N: Omg, I haven't updated in FORVER. You guys are going to kill me, aren't you? I'm sorry hides head in shame Sorry, my grandfather died, then I started high school. Let me tell you, high school is very different than 8th grade. Especially when the size of your freshmen class is the same size as your old school, PK-8th. So anyways, I've been productive today, (I updated my livejournal too:-D), and I got a 96 on my perfect paragraph, which is apparently unheard of for the first one, which is after a C- on the writing part of the first writing assignment, (I got a B- overall for "form"), so I'm pumped:-D. Oh yeah, and I did well in cross country this week, so I've had the BEST week, so review, then I'll be happier, then I'll update :-D
Stephen Collins Rocks- Detective Michaels does more in this chapter to get Ruthie back. He's not just letting her go, there is a reason I had him find her.
Anyhow, on with the story!
Detective Michaels was mad. No, he wasn't mad. He was irate. He found her. She was there, but she managed to slip between his fingers. He should've figured she'd have done this. She was smart. Well, are the Camden kids were smart. She was more, well, clever. She was sly, sneaky, manipulative, conspiring... you get the picture. Now he needed a way to get her back, for good. He picked up the phone on his desk. He punched in 2 and waited. After a minute he spoke into it. "Thank goodness I have you. I need your advice."
Back to Ruthie...
Ruthie got over Detective Michael's visit sooner than she thought she would. She also had a newfound confidence. She knew now that she could do this.
"Come on Ruthie! Snap out of it!" Kayla said, snapping her fingers in Ruthie's face. "We have ten stores to cover. I looked in the 'Help Wanted' of the newspaper," She said grinning, as Ruthie groaned and Maria rolled her eyes.
"What's first, dare I ask?" Maria asked.
"Wendy's!" Kayla announced. "Oldie, but goodie."
"Let's get it over with," Ruthie sighed.
"Oh come on! Don't be a spoilsport!" Kayla said, bounding ahead, as Ruthie shook her head and Maria laughed.
....4 hours later....
"Okay, we've been to 9, all of them involving grease, bad managers, and ugly uniforms, please tell me we're going to somewhere relatively normal now!" Ruthie begged as she followed the now speed-walking Kayla down the crowded sidewalk.
"Of course, ye of little faith! And...here we are!" Kayla said as they came up in front of a cute little boutique, with mannequins in trendy clothes in the big window. A bright orange "Help Wanted" sign took up a small corner of the window.
"Sweet deal, this would be an awesome place to work," Maria commented as the girls filed through the narrow door. A tall, willowy woman with a bright smile on her face greeted them as they entered the store.
"Hello, and welcome to Willow's Boutique, how may I help you?" The woman, whose name tag identified her as Christina, asked.
"Uh, yeah," piped up Maria, "We were wondering about getting jobs here."
"Oh! Really? Wonderful! I've been shorthanded for months!" Christina exclaimed. She proceeded to give them job applications, and asked them each a series of questions, then promised to call them, saying she had a good feeling about this, as she shepherded them out the door, grinning.
"I think that place wins," Ruthie said as soon as they got outside. Two other head nods mad it unanimous. And as they walked down the street, Ruthie had a good feeling in her heart, that this was going to work, only slightly dampened by the other feeling of dread that was also there.
Over to Detective Michaels
"Detective Sasase, this is important, we really need you"
"Fine, I'll help. When do you need me?"
A/N: DUN DUN DUN! Who is Detective Sasase?You'll find out NEXT!
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