Disclaimer: I forgot 2 write this in the other two chapters so im gonna write it 3 times for this one!

Don't own, Don't sue, Don't care!

Don't own, Don't sue, Don't care!

Don't own, Don't sue, Don't care!

New York Girl part 2: Funeral

She stood still at the gate of the cemetary. As she entered she looked around the grass was green and the sky was blue. Birds chirped happily. It was i nice place really ahe found herself thinking. To spend the rest of your death.
She felt an arm go around her. Zada, she was making meaningless sounds of comfort. On either side stood her friends, heads down all in black. She hated the colour black but when Zada and Trinnie took her shopping for the outfit they said it would be best. Her eyes were dull and glazed over.
"come on Kooks...we need to go." Jools smiled supportivly.
She nodded and walked further onto the cemetary. The sun shone down on her as if wanting to melt her heart.
She stood by the open grave silently. She wished she was Deaf, deaf so she wouldn't hear the last words that would pass her grandpa's ears. She wished she was blind, blind so she didn't see the dirt being heaped onto the coffen. And mainly she wished she was falling, falling into oblivion but was teathered to reality by Zada and Erin.

After she went on a walk on her own threw the streets. She saw guys checking her out. This never interested her normally so there was no chance in hell it would today. She sat in the middle of central park on a bench staring blankly into the sky. A guy sat beside her.
"Are your feet not tired 'cause you've been running threw my mind all day." He said in a sleezy voice that some guys consider sexy.
She sighed and turned to him. he picked the wronge girl on the wronge day.
"Listen does that line normally work because let me tell you if it does you must tryed it out on some pretty dumb girls and let me tell you i'm not a dumb girl so back of unless you want your face rearanged. Got it." She narrowed her eyes at him.
"I...well...yea!" He stood up and walked away or more ran.
She stood up and decided to go home...not her New York home. Her real home. But first she had to do some stuff.

She walked out of the hair dresser with a new hairdo. Her black hair was lying just under her shoulders and it was feathered into her face. She had a blunt fringe that stopped just below her eyebrows and longer bits at the side of her eyes that covered her tempels and then joined into the part that was feathered. The bottom layer of her hair was a bright green.

She walked out of the newly fixed elevator and down the hall. The whole block knew about her grandpa. They steered out of her way just to avoid looking her in the eye. She fumbled with the key in the lock. It wouldn't open. She slammed her fist against the door with tears streaming down her face. She leaned her back against the pale wood wrapped her arms around herself and slide to the floor crying.
She changed from black to green. A tiny green tank top and a pair of tight black flayered jeans with black and white tennis shoes. She looked compleatly diffrent.
She packed a huge duffle bag. She found a shoe box under her bed and opened it. It was sealed with Ducked tape so she got out her letter opener and sliced the tape she caught her thumb with it and specks of blood fell onto the box. She cursed and sucked it to get it clean.
She opened the box and saw pictures of her and 4 other kids when they were 10 years old. Her finger traced the picture and landed on one boy she ran an index finger on his face. He had a blond bowl cut and was several inches shorter than her and the rest of the group. She flicked threw the rest of them. The were all of her and this Blond boy...well some of them where of her and the others but not many. But who was he?
She found a letter with her name on it. She opened it carefully with her fingers running under the tape that held it closed. A picture of her and the blond boy fell out they where hugging and laughing she opened the letter and began to read.

Dear Kuki.

I know if your reading this it means you wont remember me. But i am the boy who loves you. And i hope you love me too. I remember when i first met you. I bumped into you at the park when you fell off the swing and landed on me. You just giggled and stood up. When i saw you it was like a movie. The sun was behind you and your hair was blowing in the wind you held out you hand to help me up. I took it but couldn't stop stairing at your perfect face. You won't remember it though will you? Well i will still remember you. Aslong as i sware alegence to the KND i will but you wont remeber me will you. You said you'd come back one day...if you do i'll still be waiting for you.
I love you.
You may be known as Kuki Sanban. But to me you will always Numbuh 3, the one i love.
Love Your dear friend Numbuh 4 or Wallabee Beatles to you.
xxxxxxxxxx Numbuh 3? Numbuh 4? They made no sense...but the name Wallabee it felt familler like she knew it before...but before when? Suddenly the room started to spin she knelt on the floor and tried to steady herself. She felt a pain in her head like 10 car alarms going of in it. She cluched her head screaming as memory flooded back to her. A tree house, 4 kids, missions and they got faster and faster till she couldn't stand it. She blacked out.

"Kuki? Kooks"
She saw a figure leaning over her, orange hair and blue eyes. Zada.
"Zada"
"Yea its me what happened"
"I dunno...i was packing and then...then...i dont remember.." She stood up too fast and her knees felt weak. She leant on Zada.
"Packing? Why"
"I'm going home. To live with my parents...if i stay hear Social servises will be all over me." She opened the duffle bag and started to pack clothes.
"How are you gonna get there?" Trinnie asked. She turned around just noticing that the other three where in her room aswell.
"I'll take my car...mom gave me it for my 16th but i never used it in the city 'cause there was no point...theres always too much traffic. Its in a warehouse on the edge of town." She found a kaki green shoulder bag and stuffed some things in there, make-up, walet with at least 900 of money she had saved up over the years, her bank book that added on at least 1200 onto her total cash. "Damn i have no phone"
"Take this one" Jools handed her a tiny little green flip phone.
"But this is yours"
"Nah i've grown outta green my mums getting me a red one just like that"
"Thank you so much!" Kuki gave her a hug.
"Take this!" Trinnie handed her a state of the art ipod mini also in green." im gettin' a yellow one tommorow"
"And this." Erin handed her a green pager .(A/N Dont ask me why they all have green things when there colours are diffrent)
"Well my mums getting me a new one of this two so." Zada handed her a hand held computer (P.D.A)
"You guys are the best!" Kuki gave them all a huge hug before slinging her shoulder bag and picked up the duffle.
"We'll come to the warehouse with you." Trinnie decided as they walked out of the door.

At the Warehouses they all gasped at her new car. It was a a small green convertable that had the hood up.
"Sweet ride!" Jools laughed as Kuki unlocked the trunk and swung her duffle bag in.
"thanks...i'm gonna miss you guys!" She cryed as she hugged them all. She got in the car and with one last wave to her friends she drove of.

Whooo hoooo Chapter 3 Done!

Numbuh 3: YEY!

Hey wat the hell r u doing outta ma computer!

Numbuh 3: Well it was sooo boring in there and upsetting! I wanna meet Numbuh 4 already!

Jeez calm it janet

Numbuh 3: My names not janet! Its Kuki!

The girls got a brain cell give her a premotion!

Numbuh 4: Hey back off numbuh 3 or else!

WHY THE HELL R U OUTTA MY COMUTER!

Numbuh 3: Yey numbuh 4! hugs him

Numbuh 4:blushes

ANSWER ME!

Numbuh 4: Awww shut up!

Numbuh 3: Please R&R! please please please!