PLZ R AND R!!!! Reading what people have to say about my writing and the way I can improve it really makes my day!!! (God, am I sad or what???) anyway, the characters aren't mine they're Meg Cabot's except for Lucas. He could be Kevin Brooks' or mine. depends the way you look at it...

CHAPTER4.

jess POV

I got the phone call from the FBI that night. Seriously, don't these guys ever get enough?? I even tried to tell them that I lost my powers once, but did they believe me? NOOOOOOOOOO! They haunted me - literally - 'til I found some poor missing kid, and I went looking for him. They followed and caught me out, and it sucked big time. And the internet didn't help either. I typed in on Google 'how to get rid of your psychic powers' and nothing came out. (A/N: I didn't do the research myself but it sounded like something Jess would do, so I went ahead and wrote it down. hehe.) I mean it. Nothing. Nada. Zilch. Anyway, I had just drifted off to sleep when my phone shrilled me awake again. I looked at the flashing screen and saw that it said NO NUMBER, Okaaaaaaay. I pressed the green number and listened to the voice on the other end.

"Miss. Mastriani? This is-"
"This is the FBI Department. I know, I know. Now, what do you want??" I had cut off the man on the other end. I looked at the digital clock on my nightstand and saw that it was 1.00am. Fantastic, I thought as the man on the other end talked about rights and stuff, a test tomorrow is exactly what I need.

"What we're trying to ask is, Miss.Mastriani, your co-operation is needed."
"Wait. What?" I laughed, what was this guy on about?

"Miss.Mastriani-"
"Stop calling me that! The name is Jess. " I snapped.

"Ok then Jess.," He said my name with disgust. Seriously, these guys have to stop smoking dope because it DOES show after a while., "Have you listened to a word I said? Obviously not. A certain Lucas Roberts has gone missing and so has a young girl from New York, erm, now what's her name . . . ah yes Hadley James has gone missing. What I'm trying to say is, will you help us? We know you don't like us-"

"Ok Buster, I'll help. But this is the last time, you got it? Send me the files in the morning and no later, or I won't help." I slammed my phone shut and closed my eyes with a groan. I fell asleep trying to remember square roots and my algebraic notes, (A/N: I hate algebra, but my sister is ace at it and she is two years younger than me. So tried to make it sound boring and hateful, but if i have failed, please let me know ))

Can life get any more complicated and boring? I was sitting on my front porch, waiting for Ruth and Skip to come and pick me up, reading through my notes.

"Erm, Bust up Mastriani?" I look up to see Rob sitting on his bike, grinning at me.

"Hey Rob." He walks and kneels behind me putting his strong arms around me from behind and looking at the notes in my hands, "Ouch, square roots. Tsk tsk. Haven't studied?"
"I went to sleep late last night, finishing off my History Homework, then when I finally fell asleep, those dumbasses fom the FBI phone me up about Lucas and this girl called Hadley missing." Rob nods and tells me he had the phone call, too.

The front door opens and my Mother stood their, hands on hips, staring down at me and Rob on the front porch together, Rob groans, stands up and kisses me on the cheek.

"See you later Mastriani." He walks away and I hear a low chuckle from him before he started the engine on his bike and left.

"Jessica, these have come in the post for you." She hands me a brown enevelope, goes back inside and slams the door firmly shut. The files. YIPPEEEEEEEE.

NOT.

I know my chapters are short, but I write what comes to my mind and when I'm stuck, I just post it as it is. KEEP R AND R'ING!!