Note: Duncan's turn! 8D Than Sarah and Sierra…. Sort of like clock work lol xD I noticed the parts don't separate the way I want… So when I put a break, it means something in the past or they are doing something else. Enjoy!

I can't say my life is bad, it could be worse. I had good parents, and my family seemed okay except for a few things. I did however have a shitty sister, bother, and father. But hey… They could have been worse. I cut into the last touches of my new master piece. I held the skull up, and my lips formed into a grin. It was a gift for Gwen.

Ever since I dumped Courtney, things have well changed. Gwen, my friend, had been showing clear signs that she liked me. But I knew Trent liked Gwen, and well… Even though Trent was my brother, I didn't like him that much. Is that bad? Could be. But the ass started to date Courtney and well… I was jealous. I guess I would have to wait for things to play out.

I rose from the floor, and looked out the window of the tree house I was in. I may be sixteen, but hey… This place held a lot of memories for me….

(BREAK/PAST)

I ruffled a hand threw my black hair, as I stuck my tongue out to my siblings, as I sat in the tree house.

"I am the king! Fear me!" I yelled, beating on my chest with my small fist. Lindsay pouted out her bottom lip.

"I want to be a princess!" Lindsay cooed.

"Than come up here! I grinned. Lindsay climbed up, smiling happily. Lindsay and me were always close… even though she was an idiot. I always wanted to protect her.

"What about me?" asked Heather.

"NO! You're the evil queen!"

"Why am I always the evil one?"

"You really have to ask that?" asked Noah, rolling his eyes.

Lindsay and I giggled, and Heather gave us death glares.

"What about me?" asked Trent. I frowned.

"You're the frog. Sierra will be the evil queen. Noah you will be the wizard!"

"Great…" moaned Noah.

"Awww… I'm not good at being evil" whined Sierra.

"…frog?"

"Who is the prince?" asked Lindsay.

"Heather. Since she doesn't want to be the evil queen." I grinned.

"Ewwwww!" groaned Heather and Lindsay. Me and the other giggled silently.

"It's not like you two have to kiss or anything." said Noah, hitting his head.

"They do in the story books!" cooed Sierra.

"This game is dumb!" hissed Heather.

"Your dumb!" said Lindsay, sticking her tongue out at Heather.

(Break/FUTURE)

I chuckled lightly, thinking about all the things me and my family had done… I mean really. We weren't the best family out there but we where trying to be normal. Although that was hard. I noticed the sun setting, and jumped from the tree house, and peaked inside. Mom was getting things ready, and I smiled softly. She turned to me, and her blue green eyes lit up, a smile crossing her face.

"Hey sweetie. Don't you have to get ready for work?" she asked, tilting her head to the side.

"Yeah. I'll be leaving soon." I said. I went up the stairs, and got dressed. They all thought I worked at the music theater, but I didn't. I was a criminal, like that was shocking. I would leave at 6pm and come back at 10pm. But sometimes… It didn't always turn out that way. Sometimes I went to jail, and would have to sleep at the jail, and have to come home on the morning. Mom and Dad never seemed to notice, since it was always 3am when I always got out.

I wasn't proud of my job, but no other place would hire me for the way I looked. Yet they did. I jogged down the stairs.

"I'm leaving." I said. Mother came around the corner and smiled.

"Be safe.!"

"Bye Duncan!" cooed Lindsay, as she appeared behind mom. I smiled softly, and ran off to my car. I swallowed, putting on my emotionless mask. I had to around those people. They were all evil and backstabbers. So to even let one into you life… It could ruin you. You may be co-workers, but when it came to the law, it was every man for himself, and no one was going to save you. I took in a deep breath as I pulled into the old warehouse. I pulled the keys from the engine and looked at the building. It was abounded in 1967. It use to be a business office, but some nut went crazy and tried to burn it down when his boss fired him. Nobody was hurt, but the building was in ruins and barely stood today. Sometimes I feared for my life going in. I glanced to the clock in the dash board, and got out from the car. I noticed a co-worked Ayesha. You would never guessed she was a criminal. But she was. The girl was crafty and cruel, her true self. But in the day time, off work… She played the innocent little house wife that lived down the street from us. I followed after her, putting on my smirk. Her brown hues looked to me, and she smirked back.

"Well if it isn't little Duncan." she purred, chuckling. I swallowed. She was trouble, but she was the only one I was close to here… But not close enough.

"Little? Please. I'm getting taller than you, midget." I snorted, rolling my eyes. She blinked her eyes, and than glared. I join when I was sixteen and at least grew a foot since that year. So I now towered over her. She flipped her black curled hair, and strutted inside. I followed after her, my blue hues taking it all in.

It was cold like always. It was unpleasant and smelt of mold. I heard people screaming and yelling. My eyes moved around some of the corners of the rooms. In one corner was a couple of thugs, screaming and trying to fix the shitty TV. To the other was a few playing cards under a dim light. There was barely any lights in this place as well, the only coming from the moon from the broke parts of the building. And up the stairs was the bosses room. No one dared to go up there unless called for. I remember the first day I came. Someone went to ask him what was up with this place, and well… I never saw him after that. I mean really, I never saw him. On the street at school… So I never bothered to ask.

"Mclean!" I turned, my heart nearly skipping a beat, but I remain my composer. I than smiled seeing who it was. Alejandro. Yes. He was a criminal, and Heather did not know by the way. He wrapped his arm around my shoulder his lime eyes sparking with amusement. Al was older than myself, and was nineteen. I had no idea who he was at first when I came, until Heather started to date him. He was in college, had a side job and did this.

"Hey Alejandro." I chuckled faintly, shaking him off. Al did unnecessary touching which I did not understand. Why touch someone just for fun?

"You seem chipper like always." he joked, rolling his eyes. "The boss says we have a job, and we get to go together. Fun, eh?" he said, with a grin. I didn't understand why he ever joined this career… But he seemed to take pleasure from torturing poor people. I just needed the money.

"Yeah right." I mumbled.

(Break)

It wasn't just me and Alejandro. It was me, Al, Ayesha, and another thief Calvin. I put on the hideous mask, and we moved. I watched as Calvin picked the back door, and he searched for a alarm. He gave us the signal, and we moved in. I felt my adrenaline pumping, and my heart was racing. I started to pack stuff into the bag. Pictures, books, appliances. Little things, while the others got other things. I noticed all, and he chuckled, cutting wires. If they couldn't take it, Al just ruined it. He cut wires on TVs, Phones, anything. He was very handy, and even could ruin dishwashers, stoves, anything.

But my worse fear came. Light. My eye turned, and I saw an older male standing there in his boxers, slippers, and a bat. Fear than anger came to his face. "What the hell?"

"Run!" hissed Calvin. I took in the damage that we had done. We would be in trouble if we were caught… well maybe if this old man didn't kill us first. We darted, running from the back door we had entered. We ran in different directions. I panted, carrying the bag, and I noticed lights. Red and Blue. Shit. I darted into a bush, and remained restless, hoping, praying, that that cop car didn't see me. It was moving slowly, and I feared it was coming to get me.

"Stay… still…." I tensed, and I felt something grasp my shoulder. I didn't want to look back, because I was scared. I was always scared with cops around. It past us, and I started to breath again. I looked behind me, and saw that stupid ass smirk. Al. He chuckled. "I thought you were going to die right than, man."

"Alejandro what are you?"

He stopped me, and shook his head. "I couldn't let you go off by yourself. Heather would not be pleased if I left you behind." he grinned. My eye twitched.

"Liar."

"True. I just happened to have ran in the same direction. So come on, let's go." he said, getting up. I looked to him, and he smirked. Sometimes I wondered… who was this guy exactly? And why did he always stick around? He gave off that perfect look. Like he was really something special. But it was dark, and well… it scared me at times. I was sure, he was pure evil, like Heather. So they fit well together, but for even me… I think he was more so than her.

He put his hand out to me, and gave me a smile. Another fake, innocent smile, to hide his true evil one. But I took his hand, and followed him back to the building to once again, go back to the hell hole…

(Break)

I yawned, rubbing my blue eyes, and the girl in front of my rolled her black eyes, her blue lips forming into a grin. Gwen. I had gotten to know he very well, and I had to say… The girl was hot and amazing. We had a lot in common. Same type of music, movies, and humor. And to be in high school, we were known at the misunderstood. Honestly, I was surprised to never had noticed her before. I guess it was because of Courtney.

I met Courtney in Science when I was in eighth grade, and she stuck to my side ever since. I mean we hated each other. We had nothing in common, but we kept attracting to one another. She said she hated me, I always picked on her… But I guess that is what we liked. That hate. Until she went over board last year. I met Gwen, and really, it was nothing. We were just friends, and she suspected so much more. So I broke up with her, tired of the fighting and all the yelling.

Even now, me and Gwen were friends… But it could be so much more.

"You okay there punk boy?" she asked, as she turned her gaze from me to her locker, grabbing her books. I shrugged leaning against the locker, as I reached into my pocket.

"Just a bit tired. I just could sleep." I said, a lie. She didn't know of my job, and never would. I pulled the small skull I had made her, and she looked to me surprised. Her eyes moved to it, and she laughed, taking it.

"Nice. You make Courtney one, and now me?" she asked, rolling her eyes, her blue lips forming into a small smile. I sighed.

"I thought you would at least appreciate it. Courtney was like 'WTF is this' when I gave her one." I said, with a frown. Gwen laughed.

"Thanks Duncan. It's awesome." she smiled. I smiled back. She was someone I could trust in this crazy life of mine….