Thanks for the reviews!

Author's Note- Someone reviewed and said that they didn't care about the homework thing, and just wanted to hear about Gabby. Be patient. I had to add the homework thing in order for Jimmy and Cindy to make up. Plus, when Cindy said thanks for the homework, she wasn't really talking about the homework. More like speaking figuratively, saying thanks for telling Gabby off. Well, since I've got that off my chest, please read and review. If I don't get more reviews, i'm not sure If I will continue. . .

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Gabby knew exactly where to get a gun. Her aunt had a pistol stored away in her bedroom closet, just in case. Her aunt was a timid woman. After Patrick had been shot, she had went out and bought the pistol, to protect herself.

That night, as Gabby sat on her bed, she thought. Why did all of this have to happen to her? She had always been a good kid. She never did anything wrong, and always minded her elders. Gabby had never asked for anything more than her father's love. She didn't even want to see her mother. Patrick was enough.

Gabby had heard the story of how her father had died. Apparently, he'd attempted to rob a bank and left with two hostages- a girl, named Cindy, and a boy named Jimmy. There had been a struggle, which landed the boy wounded, but her father killed. Gabby didn't believe the stories. She knew her father would never do such a thing. Patrick had been perfect in her eyes. He was a wonderful father. He kissed her bruises when she fell, and told her to keep her head held high when teased. How could such a loving person cause so much pain?

Gabby's thoughts were intterupted when she heard the sound of footsteps on the landing. Her aunt's distinct steps echoed through the quiet house as she made her way to the bathroom. Gabby slowly lay back down. She didn't want her aunt to know that she was still awake. If she did, she might be suspicious of what Gabby was doing.

In a few moments, the footsteps died down, and Gabby heard the squeaky sound of her aunts bedroom door shutting.

Gabby had no idea how long she waited for her aunt to fall asleep. Since her aunt's room was next door to hers, she could tell when she fell asleep. After hearing her breathing slow down and become steady, she readied herself to make her move.

Gabby tiptoed to her aunt's room, and slowly opened the door. She tried as hard as possible to be quiet, and succeded. She managed to make it across the room to the closet without waking her sleeping aunt. The closet door loomed in her view, and she debated on whether or not she could do what she was about to. Slowly, she opened the door to the closet, and spotted the gun case on the top shelf. Standing on tiptoe, she reached for the gun case, and grabbed the edge of it. She pulled it slowly, but it didn't budge. Pulling ever so slightly harder, she jerked it from the top shelf, with a loud noise.

Gabby sqeezed her eyes shut, and hoped that her aunt had not heard. After a few seconds of that posture, she glanced in the direction of the bed, and to her relief, her aunt had not budged.

Quickly, Gabby ran across the room, and into her own. She fastened the door quietly, and tossed the gun case on her bed. She knew it was dumb to turn the light on, so she instead opened the blinds. Sitting on her bed, she opened the case.

There was the gun. It was small, and silver. The moonlight danced across it's metallic surface, as she lifted it from the velvet case lining. The gun felt heavier than she thought. A thought hit her, as she positioned it in her hand. It was the same type of weapon that had killed her father. Gabby dropped the gun in her backpack, slid the case under her bed, and went to sleep.

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Cindy tossed and turned the entire night. For some odd reason, she had a sick feeling in her stomach. She knew that her ankle was probably the reason she was still awake, but she felt as if it was something more.

Her head swam with thoughts as she tried to get comfortable. She knew that she should have probably told Jimmy about Gabby's last name, but it had slipped her mind during the last coversation she'd had with him.

She tried hard to convince herself that it was just a coincidence. It was such a common last name, and Gabby seemed so nice. How could she be related to such an evil person?

Cindy sighed, and finally managed to get into a position that gave her little discomfort. She would tell him in the morning.

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Well, how was that chapter? Since I write these chapters one at a time, I don't even know what's going to happen yet. Any suggestions on who gets shot? I take all suggestions. . . and will think about them. REVIEW!