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-Your real name
-What you look like
-What you were convicted for (it's optional..)
-Personality (and don't tell me your crazy, because that's what everyone in the universe is and basically and I sorta already know that…go deeper!)
-What you are wearing at the time
-Who's you're favorite holes character, cough coughAnd I guess it could be someone I made up as well…SO yeah you can pick anyone except Squid. Lol…For obvious reasons. And if you're a guy, then uh..I don't know. Sorry! Lol…I'll be inventive. That sounded wrong. Not like that! Okay! I'll do something else….twitch…okay I've embarassed my self enough for one day.
Chapter 22: The exciting conclusion. (Rofl)
They all froze, watching the barrel of the gun poised to strike. She squeezed the trigger, her eyes squinting with hate.
"No. I think it's time to make this sweeter. She put the gun down and walked over to her desk, unlocking the drawer and pulling some papers out.
"See these?" She waved them around. "These are a claim to Kissing Kate Barlow's last will. I have them, and the only person who could get them is you, Terry Jansen. Because you're the last relative of Jane. The only sister of Katherine. But the will states that whoever had possession of it gets her total fortune. 25 Million dollars, which is all stolen money. You wouldn't want it anyways. Too much trouble for you. And you're family, they don't even know about this. So they can't get it." She grabbed Terry's chin and looked into her eyes.
"Such a pretty girl. Too bad I have to get rid of you."
She regarded the other two boys. Thinking-(Hello! We're still here!)
"And you two. Helping her find out all this. You know too much. We can't have that."
With those last words she raised the gun once more and aimed at the person in the middle, Terry.
-CRASH!-
"DROP THAT UNAUTHORIZED WEAPON!"
Squid, Lazer and Zigazag turned to see their savior, the female officer from the station! Terry and Squid's faces lit up, and Zigzag's did a little…but he didn't even know who she was. (A/N: Hannah! Lol! You guessed it perfectly!)
The warden turned around, flaming mad.
BANG
The gun went off.
Not in the direction of the kids, but…in the direction of officer Paulina!
She fell to the floor, slutching her shoulder.
And that's when Officer Jack came in, lard and all.
"Mam, you are under arrest for unauthorized firearm possesion, child abuse, attempted murder, refusal to obey police orders, and….oh yeah. The hiring of convicts!"
The gun went off again, but he knocked it to the floor and put handcuffs on her.
"No! Let me go!" She wailed, kicking him. As he dragged her out, blabbing something into the walkie-talkie on his belt, Mr. Sir ran away to try and hide.
Zigzag's eyes rolled back in his head and he flopped off the couch. Fainted.
Terry's eyes glowed. While Squid pulled Zigzag back on the couch to try and make him come to, Terry got up and snatched the papers. She read through them quickly, then it hit her.
This was all stolen money!
Her dreams of becoming rich suddenly shattered. The best thing she could do was turn all the will into the FBI.
Suddenly, an arm grabbed her and she was tugged to the window. Outside, the whole camp was watching as the warden got shoved into the police car. The girl officer was writing on a piece of paper and slammed to car door shut. Inside, the warden was pouting like a spoiled child.
"We'll discuss her later." She said to the fat officer. "For now, it's time to call the FBI.
"That's taken care of, Paulina."
"Good. Take her away!"
Everyone watched as the fat policeman hopped into the car and drove down the dusty old road.
A sea of orange suits cheered.
"She's leaving! Camp Greenlake will have to be closed!" Exclaimed Terry.
"C-camp greenlake will be closed…" Said Squid, his eyes glazed and face without expression.
Everyone knew what that meant.
Two Months Later---------
Terry was sitting on her bed, looking at the only picture she had of Alan. It was shabby and black and white, but none the less very attractive…Come to think of it, she had never even known what his last name was. What a dope she was! She slapped her forehead. (A/N: Yeah I don't know what to make his last name so…if anyone could be so kind…? Suggestions please…--) She cradled the photo in her hands and put it in her photo album of friends. There was Jenny, Bridget, Kayla, Maddy, Leah and ….Kalan. Her old crush. Shredding it in two, she stuffed the pieces of the picture and chucked it in the garbage. What a loser! She lay back on her purple bedspread, staring up at the white ceiling. Suddenly the door flung open and Erick burst in.
"Come on darling, it's time to shove your gut full of grease!"
She sprang off of her bed, chasing after her brother in a frenzy.
"Get back here you!" She yelled, as they stampeded down the stairs.
"Watch out, herd of buffalo coming through," Laughed Daniel, swerving out of the way. (He's their dad) Erick leapt over the rocking chair and into the dining room, knocking over a chair.
"No Running in the HOUSE!" Scolded their mother, Ann. She stuck an arm out to stop Erick, who did the limbo. Terry nbililly….nimblr…nimbly!..(Man I can't spell today!) nimbly ducked under the arm, and, ignoring the frantic screeching from their mother grabbed Erick's shirt and held on. He dragged her for a few seconds then crashed into their father, carrying a heaping plate of mashed potatoes.
-SPLAT!-
The white mush flew everywhere, landing in sprayed piles all over the kitchen. Terry wiped her eyes, and looked at the groaning mound of mashed potatoes and brother. Daniel was standing, plate still in hand, covered with the white stuff and his face turning….very…red.
Alan was sitting in his room at the children's center. Better known as the orphanage.
"I'm not a child, so why do they make me live in this dump?" He muttered to himself. The answer was simple. It's either this or….home. Home was meant to be a nice place, where rosy-cheeked mothers and loving fathers would laugh as you took your first few steps, or drew a scribbly self portrait. No. His home…was much different.
His mom and dad were both alcoholics, at least, his dad was. His dad had been to rehab so many times he practically lived there. Then one night, after a long trip to the bar, he simply didn't return. Their shabby little apartment was all his mom could afford to keep. Between her minimum wage job and government assistance, they were barely getting by. Sometimes Alan would have to plug his ears to get to sleep, his mom was usually yelling at him for some reason or another. Luckily, his room door locked. It was his only sanctuary, that room, plain as it was. The white walls were cracked in places, sometimes revealing insulation. But he didn't care. As long as he could keep away from his mom. In the morning she would be gone, he would have to find some breakfast himself. Usually there would be nothing to eat. So he would get on the schoolbus, hungry.
School would always be the same. The teacher would chew him out because he didn't finish his homework. The other kids would sneer at him because he had holes in his jeans. People would be whispering behind him about how he never combed his hair. It was this, day in day out. Then finally he was shipped off to CGL. But that couldn't stop the dread of returning home. The dread that loomed overhead like vultures circling a dying animal. The dread of going back.
"Alan, come here." Said Isabel, one of the staff. He pulled himself off the bed, and shuffled over to her.
"What."
"You have an adoption offer. Someone wants to adopt you."
(A/N: No, its not Terry's family. That would make them brother and sister and….Ick.)
"Who is it?" Exclaimed Alan. He grabbed at the papers in her hands but she moved them away.
"They're coming to see you today."
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