Sorry that I've haven't been able to update, My whole family got sick from some rancid food and me being the oldest child in the house had to take care of them. See, I'm a caring person.

Air Dancing

As Sammy left the house she turned off her iPod and took out her PDA. Her father knew that when any mission was given out in USSPI, someone else would like for that mission to go out in flames, so they would usually hire someone from a rival company to sabotage them. That was a problem that was likely to happen when there was a normal mission.

But, a mission like the one Casey and she were doing would not only summon sabotages but, bounty hunters. Bounty hunters are not the usual assassin. They capture people dead or alive depending on the bounty on their heads. They don't care whether the person is good or bad, as long as they get paid. The worst part is that they don't even know who their boss is. They just take the job without knowing who their working for. The only working bounty hunter guild in Santa Martina is Phantom.

Looking at her PDA, Sammy knew that her and her father's assumption was right when her father had sent her picture of the people who have been put on missions exactly after they were given their mission. And of course, they were from Phantom.

There were three pictures, two were of two middle aged men, one was very plump and looked very . . . unappealing. The second man was a bit plumper and was younger than the first man, about 22; he had spiked blonde hair and an eye patch. Sammy scoffed the picture thinking that the only reason for the eye patch was just to look cool and looked at the picture of both men wondering what the idiot was thinking when they hired these two. She looked at their names. The first one's name was Timothy Rotenberg; the second guy's name was Karl Bosak. Under their profiles they both looked as if they were rich and the first guy even owned bars all over the state. It looked as if they were only accepted into Phantom due to their ties with money.

Stopping her skate board at her first stop, and taking a deep breath, Sammy walked into the Senior High-rise.

At 7:55 A.M., Casey Acosta woke up. At 8:00 A.M., Casey Acosta was rushing around the house trying and slightly failing to get ready.

Running downstairs into the kitchen Casey bumped into his older stepbrother Russell, who was senior at William Rose High. He was already dressed in the casual Long sleeve shirt and pants, his black hair sticking up with the help of hair gel, with a smirk on his face.

"Late again, baby brother."

Annoyed Casey retorted "Why are you up so early, it usually takes you an hour to get your hair ready for the outside world."

"Well why are you up so late, were you too busy dreaming about that girl again?"

That earned Russell a punch to the gut.

"Your so mean, it's not my fault you have to work hard just to get a girl, when girls just throw themselves on me, unless you count your sis's bitches as girls." Russell stated

"Damn it all, I hate it when you're mostly right, cause it's not only them but lots of girls who all remind me of Heather that throw themselves onto me."

"Them's the brakes."

Casey's dad Warren came into the room giving Casey's step-mom Annette a kiss on the cheek.

"Boys, men, whatever you want top be called, school starts in ten minutes and you Casey haven't even gotten started with breakfast yet."

Giving Casey a plate with two bacon's, scrambled eggs, and a cup of orange juice, Annette said "I hope that the girl your father keeps telling me about treats you well, unlike those girls that remind of your sister and treat you like a toy."

"Dad needs to learn how to keep his mouth shut, and her name is Sammy."

After breakfast, Casey got in his Mustang {I'm not good at describing cars} and drove to the house next to his. Parking his car and locking the door [not locking it was one of the mistakes he made in the past]; he walked up to the door. Opening it was their maid Mary.

"Yes, may I help you?"

"Uh yeah, do you know if Sammy is still here?"

"Miss Samantha, she left about 15 minutes ago, should I tell her you came?"

"No, it's okay. I'll catch up to her at school." Casey was suddenly in a hurry to get out of there before . . .

"CASEY!"

Too late

Margaret wearing at tee and skirt that was way too tight for winter was now attached to his arm and pulling it to her chest.

"You just couldn't wait till school couldn't you?"

Attempting to put his arm away and failing miserably, Casey replied,

"Actually I came to pick up ..."

"Sammy, right?"

A boy about 13 years of age, with blond hair, green eyes, and pissed off look in his eyes said in a monotone voice said

"You're looking for Sammy, right?"

Margaret blanched and said "Well she left a while ago, so you can take me to school, right Casey?"

Pulling his arm out of her grip, Casey walked the parking lot and replied

"Another time, maybe."

Driving down the drive way, Casey hoped that he wouldn't she Margaret at school, and silently hoped that no one else had seen Sammy yet.

With Sammy

As Sammy walked into the Senior High rise, she went to the counter where the secretary was and asked her where Rita Keyes room was.

"She was moved to room 169, 5th floor."

"Thank you."

Going into the elevator, Sammy walked into the elevator and pressed the number five.

When she reached the floor, Sammy walked out and to the room with the number 169 on the door. She knocked and waited. Opening the door was a woman in her late sixties with her gray brown hair in a messy bun and her reading glasses on.

Two seconds later, Sammy was beginning hugged very tightly as if she was about to disappear.

"I missed you too Grams."