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"Amelia, get her back this instant!" Grandmere commanded. "I will not let her stay in another place, especially with him!"
"Grandmere, she's perfectly happy with Michael. You don't have to yell, calm down.They're all fine," Mia said in a tone she hoped would calm Grandmere down. Looks like it wasn't doing any good because Grandmere looked like she was about to boil.
"GET HER BACK IN GENOVIA NOW!"
"Grandmere-"
"No!" she said, her voice getting louder. "I want her here now. I don't care if she likes it or not, no excuses. I want her back in Genovia as soon as possible!" What is it with Grandmere always getting everything she wants. She wants this, she wants that. Mia was so sick of it!
"And you," she continued, "hanging out with that man-"
"Hello?" A voice from behind the door said. "May I come in, please?"
To save herself from being told off by Grandmere, Mia thankfully said, "Yes."
The door opened and there stood . . .James. Mia's mouth gaped open. Oh, my God... I am so dead. Grandmere must of scensed Mia's thoughts because she played an evil grin on her face and told James to sit down. Why is she doing this to me?
"Mia!" he exclaimed finally noticing Mia's presence. He came over to give her a long hug, when they broke apart he asked, "Back from France already?" Mia froze. She didn't even dare to look at Grandmere. She was probably going to tell him the whole truth.
Surprisingly, she kept her mouth shut. Mia cleared her throat. "Oh, yeah, I just had to come back. I really missed you."
Grandmere snorted after she herd that last part. Mia ignored her and kept talking to James. "I am so glad to see you again." James smiled.
"Me too." He leaned in and kissed her softly on the lips.
Grandmere clapped her hands interrupting the moment. "There's no time for that, there will be plenty of it after the wedding." She set her notebook down and took of her glasses. She noticed the two staring at her as if she was a wild animal. "Well don't just stand there! Let's get started."
Do I really want this? Marry James, I mean. It's funny how in my teenage years I kept hoping I would marry Michael and live happily ever after. Now that . . . Oh, who am I kidding! I'm the one who screwed up! It's all my fault. None of this mess shouldn't of happened if I just spent some more time with my family. I know Michael hated it, but I had to go. For my country. Sometimes it's hard. I didn't know. . .I just didn't know. I guess family always comes first. That's what they always say, right? Well, I was terrible mom. I wasn't there for Katherine and Jennifer. I missed out. I didn't even get to know them that well. Well . . .Not until later. But why did this have to be such a huge mess? Can't I just clean it? Make the twin's life much easier, and Michael's and mine? I'd give anything for that. Now that I'm marrying another man I guess it's too late to say. There's nothing wrong with James. He's great. But, I don't really love him that way, you know? I finally realized I don't just afer we kissed. I didn't feel anything. Nothing. But, then again, there's no going back now. Michael is marrying someone else and me too. We're moving on, that's life. It's too late, there's no second chance now.
"Are you sure this is a good idea? We're talking about death here, if we get caught that is," Katherine said. They were right in front of Rebecca's room door. A place they hoped never to go in.
"That's right, if we get caught. We're not going to get caught, Rebecca went to the store to buy sunscreen and Dad's at work. So we have plenty of time," Jen said confidently. She was actually very excited about it, she couldn't wait to find out more about Rebecca.
"You sure it's a good idea?"
"Of course it is! If you want to do the dirty work you might as well start here." Katherine swallowed hard and turned the door knob. As soon as they went in they started searching. They searched the whole room about 8 times. They still couldn't find anything good.
"Kath, I thin we should head out. Let's face it, there's nothing!" There was a few minutes of silence.
"Yeah, there is," said Katherine's voice from behind the walk-in closet. "Come here."
Jen walked in the large narrow closet. "Kath?" she called out.
"Right here!" Jen kneeled down andgot some clothes out of the way so she could see Katherine better. She was behind the closet, stuck between some clothes. She had a small black bag with her. "Look at this," she said. Jen crawled in deeper and sat next to Katherine.
"Her agenda." Katherine got out a small black agenda out and handed it to Jen. "Read it. Carefully."
assassination on the scheduled wedding date.
Call Lance
Go back to Genovia and meet him.
"What?" Jen said, not understanding what she just read. Katherine got out something else and gave it to Jen.
"Wallet."
The first thing she noticed when she first opened the wallet was her ID. And the name.
Leah Kirkans.
Her face smiled back at Jen. Jen closed the wallet shut. "She's a fake." She stared blankly at the wall. Was she a lie? Did she want to use her dad? Millions of thoughts came running through her mind. Recovering from the shock, she managed to say, "Who is she?"
"Didn't you read?" Katherine asked. "She's Leah Kirkans."
"Yeah, I did, but, what does she want . . . ?" Jen wanted to find more so she dug her hand in Rebe--Uh, Leah's bag. The last thing she would of suspected in her purse would be a gun. And of course, there was.
"Oh, my God!" Jen gasped.
"We better get out of here," Katherine warned.
"Yeah, agreed."
Katherine and Jennifer began to worry. Was there really a dangerous woman in their house? Would she want to kill them? Should they tell their father about this? Or would Rebec--I mean, Leah kill them? Whatever it was, they wanted to find out more.
An hour later, Michael came home and prepared dinner. Katherine and Jennifer offered to help him, they figured they should bring up what they just discovered without Leah overhearing.
"Can you two wait here?" Michael said. "I'm going to go upstairs and ask Rebecca what she wants for dinner, okay?"
"Sure," Jen squeaked. As soon as Michael was out of sight, Katherine spoke up, "What if she kills him now!"
"Shh!" Jen pointed her finger up, "She could hear you from up there, you know." Katherine rolled her eyes and say down.
"I don't care if she hears me, we shouldn't be keeping our mouths shut and do nothing about it. We never know what could happen. So, it's better to tell Dad now then later."
"But what about Rebecca?" Jen bit her lip. "Err. . .Leah. How do we know she's not going to lie her way out of this, hm?" Katherine shrugged.
"Jen, she was a gun. A gun! Why do people have guns, huh? To kill! So, I say, we should tell."
"Fine," Jen surrendered. "But we're not going to tell him now. It's dinner. The last thing I want is for her to pull her gun out and kill me while I'm eating dinner."
"Fine," Katherine agreed. "But we should at least tell Mom first."
Jen's eyes bulged out. "Mom?"
"Yes, Mom," she repeated. "Come on, we at least have to let one person know."
Jen sighed. "If you must." Katherine got the phone and just as she was about to dial she put the phone to her ear. Her face turned pale.
"Kath?" Jen said, arching an eyebrow. "You okay?" Katherine motioned her to come closer. "What?"
"Listen," Katherine whispered.
Leah: . . .I know.
Person on the other line: Leah, are you going to finish the job or not? Time is going by and we're not going to wait forever. Espcially him. He told us if we do what he says he'll pay us. So we're not going to do change in plans and lie him! Three weeks, Leah, three weeks.
Leah: I know but-
Jen: Hey, Leah, what's crackin'?
Leah: Oh, fuck...
Person on the other line: Who'sthis?
Jen: Yeah, this is Jen. You know, Michael Moscovitz's daughter? W-
Leah: HANG UP THE PHONE RIGHT NOW!
Jen: Why the heck would I do that when the conversation is getting good?
Leah: You little bitch! You hang up the phone right now or I'll-
Jen: Leah, you don't have to tell me, I already know. Surprised? I already know your real name! Nice ID by the way. Leah...You know what? I like it. Much better than Rebecca.
Yes, I already know. I already know ALL. And if I were you, I'd be worried. VERY worried because your stupid plan--whatever it is--won't work, and that's a garentee. BECAUSE IF YOU DARE TO PULL AND MOVES YOU'LL BE SORRY. Very sorry.
Click.
Leah told him she would call him later. She sighed, "I knew I should of used my cellphone."
During dinner, it was pretty much silent. No one spoke, everyone just ate. Michael seemed to notice the weird silence right away.
"So," he began. "What happened today?"
"Not much," said Jen.
"Not much," repeated Katherine.
"Not much," Leah repeated again. Michael arched an eyebrow.
"Really?" he said, sounding as if he didn't believe them.
"Yeah," everyone at the dinner table said.
Katheine looked over at Leah. "Just another boring day. Isn't that right," Katherine looked down at her plate and said softly, "Leah."
"Leah?" Michael sounded strange.
"Oh, I'm sorry," Katherine sneered at Leah. "I meant Rebecca." Rebecca glared at her. Katherine ignored her and smiled up at Michael.
"Silly me." Katherine felt a hard kick on her knee from under the dinner table. Leah smiled back at Katherine, when really all she wanted was to stranggle her.
After dinner, Leah stompped all the way to the living room. Katherine and Jennifer were watching TV in the living room, both laughing their head off at a show. When Leah came right in the girls ignnored her presence. They barely new she was there.
Still laughing.
She put her hands on her hip and tapped her foot loudly against the polished wooden floor.
Still laughing.
She looks at her watch. Her clears her throat and looks at the two girls.
Still laughing.
Finally, she shut the doors behind her, grabbed the remote, and turned the TV off. This seemed to get their attention this time. Both of them turned their heads slowly and faced Leah.
"Listen you little stupid bitches," Leah said, in her deep, snobby voice. "I don't want you in my room, and I don't want you going though my stuff, got it?"
"What stuff?" Jen said innocently, trying to hide her smirk.
"Oh, give me a break!" Leah snorted. "Playing dumb is such a stupid move." Leah stepped closer, looking at Katherine straight in the eye. "It won't work on me."
"What?" Katherine said.
"Okay," Leah's voice was louder this time. "Let's try this again: What the hell where you doing in my room?" Leah waited a response from the two of them. It was quiet for one minute.
Until Jen finally spoke.
"Okay," Jen said, getting up from the couch. "Say, we went through your room, so what?"
"So, you're dead," Leah said seriously.
"Gee, what a threat! I'm so scared," Jen said sarcastically.
"Believe me, sweetie, you should," Leah half-whispered.
"Oh, well, since we're playing question games, can I add in?" Katherine got up from the couch and stood next to Jen. Her arms crossed across her chest along with a playful smirk on her face. "Who are you?"
Leah turned her back from them. She thought to herself for awhile before turning back to face the again.
"You have no buisness knowing," was all she said.
"Oh, yes we do," Katherine shot back.'cause if you don't then-"
"Listen, you bitch; shut up, and let me do all the talking here." Leah just had about enough, she was tired of playing games with these two so she just wants to get straight to her point. "Why can't your little brains understand that there is nothing, I repeat, NOTHING, you can do to stop our plan, got that? Nothing. I didn't create the plan, I'm just a part of it. And I say you two shut your mouths because it will make it much easier. You tell your dad, and I'll make sure he ends up in a coffin. I can't say the same for your mom since she is anyway. In other words, you tell and I'll mkae you regret you ever bor-"
Suddenly the phone rings.
The tree of them stared at the phone while it continued ringing.
Leah walked over to where the phone was and picked it up.
"Hello?" she said cheerfully.
"Oh," her voice fell. "Hold on a minute."
She put her hand over the speaker. "It's for you," she said in a happier--but fake--tone. "Katherine, your mom." Katherine grabbed the phone from Leah. Leah reminded Katherine of their little deal by glaring at her just before she left the living room. Jen went to the kitchen to throw her soda can away.
"Hello?" Katherine said in her calm voice.
Mia: Katherine, honey, it's me.
Katherine: Hi, Mom! How is it back in Genovia?
Mia: Just fine, sweetie. But---we all kind of miss you here.
Katherine: . . . .
Mia: Okay, okay, I'll tell. Grandmere wants you back.
Katherine: What? But, I like it here. What about Jen? What about Dad?
Mia: I know. But you need to come back.
Katherine: But--but if I come back then I won't get to see them again because I know Grandmere won't let me come back ever again.
Mia: I'm sorry, I know how you must feel. But I'm afraid you're going to have to come back now . . .
Mia: You're flight is already scheduled. You got two days to pack. Bye . . .
Click.
Jen noticed the blank stare on her sister's face. She looked as if she just saw a ghost. "Kath, what's wrong?" Katherine quickly ran out of the living room, leaving Jen complety clueless.
A/N:
Hmm...I decided to cut the chapter a bit and include the surprising part next chapter. That way, I can get all those reviews I wanted. Reviews help me to update faster. Remember that.
Next chapter: Emotional part where Michael, Katherine, and Jen have their little "moment" and then there's the wedding. Fianally, Leah does some action this time.
What will happen on the wedding day?
Will their plan work?
Will they get married?
And who the heck is this mystery guy behind all this?
Find out next time in: Found Again.
Written by The Setting Sun.
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