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Wally:
No. She can't be dead. People like her don't just die like that! She was a good person! Good people don't die! She would play a song on her dad's piano when it was her turn to dust instead of just going over the keys don't die! They just don't! But she is...
Everyone was sitting in silence. Number one was the first to know. At breakfast this morning (note he was in his house) his dad pointed out that a girl and her family had died in a car crash yesterday. Number one didn't take that much notice till his dad said that the girl looked like one of his friends.
Number one of course then ran up to the tree house and showed everyone the newspaper. He couldn't say anything so he just shoved it in number fives face. She then passed it to number two who read it then gave it to number four quietly. Number four looked like he just saw the end of the world.
None of them had ever realized that they could actually die. Dying was for old people. Chubby old men and gray haired woman, not happy ten-year old girls. Especially not Kuki. That was just sick.
Kuki Sanban now sat in a barber's chair. She had to have it all cut off. She was getting a short feather cut. Her sister tried to be helpful and told her that she would kind of look like Peter Pan, only with black hair.
With every snip she hurt. When she was done she went back with her father to the building where the secret service would tell her what to do next. Now she would have to get glasses. Even though she could see perfectly well she was getting those fake ones. They looked real and there were lots of different colors and shapes. She thought about choosing the red ones shaped like hearts but didn't want them. Reminded her too much of her old life. When she was happy.
She finally settled with some small light blue ones. Mushi (I finally figured out how to spell it!) said she looked nice but kuki missed her hair. She felt like instead of her hair being cut off she had an arm cut off.
Now for the wardrobe. Her usual oversized green sweater and black pants were now givin to the good will. Now she had dark blue jeans with lots of pockets on the side and lots of different colored tee shirts.
Mushi also looked different. Her hair was still shoulder length but pulled back in a loose pony tail and was probably going to always look like that. She didn't have glasses though. But she did die the tips of her hair red. She had new clothes too. Light blue jeans and lots of bright red sweaters and tennis shoes.
'What did we ever do to deserve this?' Kuki thought as the secret service agents gave them new names.
Next chapter soon!