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Post by Butterfly Kisses on Apr 5, 2006 16:48:05 GMT 10
Even though I hated my brother, I always stood up for hi.
Him
Anyways, enjoying the story.
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Post by Shadow on Apr 5, 2006 19:52:50 GMT 10
did she post more? is it on the other page. man Daisy you should make the posts for each page more...
Good story.
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Post by Daisy on Apr 7, 2006 8:08:47 GMT 10
thanks ok i fixed it and with all the assignments and stuff i just havent had time. i promise in the holidays i will post heaps
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Post by Shadow on Apr 8, 2006 10:33:10 GMT 10
I know. I won't be able to go on in the holidays.... unless i go to the internet Cafe. oh but i'm staying at the other end of the beach so... yeah. I don't think i'll be able to post
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Post by Daisy on Apr 11, 2006 15:44:14 GMT 10
To see Jamie bending over the bed. The bodies had been removed and taken to the coroner’s office which means the people had already taken photos which means that they had more people on this than I thought. When I entered the room his head shot up. He dropped what he was holding, stood and gave me a smile. ‘I thought I heard someone tearing down the hallway’ he laughed. ‘Shut up,’ I said, cracking my knuckles, ‘Okay, let’s rifle though dead people’s stuff.’ __________________________________________________________________________
Chapter 7
I stood at the wardrobe sorting through the clothes. I wasn’t really paying attention to what I was doing. Jacket, jacket, shirt, t-shirt, shirt, pants, t-shirt. So it wouldn’t have been a surprise if I missed out on some important evidence. But even though I was aimlessly looking at the articles of clothing, I still noticed something familiar. A black and white t-shirt with the words “I’m not gay but my boyfriend is”, printed on the front. I bought it for Mitch on his twenty-forth birthday. I stopped, dead, staring at the t-shirt with my mouth gaping open. I couldn’t help it; my brother’s t-shirt was in a dead man’s home. What was my brother’s t-shirt doing in a dead man’s home? Maybe it was coincidence. I pulled the shirt off the hanger and looked at the tag. I felt a sudden jolt in my stomach when I read what was written with permanent marker on the tag: “Hate you, love Ally”. I was horrified; I was mortified. I couldn’t move; I couldn’t speak; I couldn’t breathe. I managed to turn around and hand Jamie the shirt. He looked up at my face-which by now, I am guessing, was paper white-and snatched the shirt from my hands. He looked at the message printed on the front and laughed silently then read the tag. When he saw what was written on it, he stopped laughing. He just sat there staring at it in utter disbelief. ‘It was for his birthday’ I managed to squeak out. ‘Alicia,’ Jamie said seriously, ‘your brother…he…he’s a suspect.’
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Post by Butterfly Kisses on Apr 11, 2006 16:17:52 GMT 10
*Le gasp!!* It's him isn't it........no it's his girlfriend........nah, not smart enough.......uuuuuummmmm
Luff teh shirt. How much did it cost cos the message on it and the tag= priceless.
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Post by Daisy on Apr 11, 2006 16:39:53 GMT 10
the tag as in what size it is tag not what price it is tag mickey you talk gibberish
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Post by Shadow on Apr 11, 2006 16:51:05 GMT 10
I know. Imagine being in three classes wit her...
interesting. u should kill the brother!
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Post by Butterfly Kisses on Apr 18, 2006 18:19:43 GMT 10
I pulled the shirt off the hanger and looked at the tag. I felt a sudden jolt in my stomach when I read what was written with permanent marker on the tag: “Hate you, love Ally”.
That is what i meant.
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Post by Daisy on Apr 18, 2006 18:21:28 GMT 10
yeah i didnt get the question in the first place, plz reword for the dumb ppl
i am waring my new boots now muhhahahahaha
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Post by Shadow on Apr 28, 2006 16:39:59 GMT 10
yay?!
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Post by Daisy on May 2, 2006 15:32:06 GMT 10
I looked at him and then at the shirt and then back at him. He just said my brother was a suspect in one of the biggest cases in history. I’ll admit I started to get a bit freaked. Okay a lot freaked. Don’t say you wouldn’t. I know you would. ‘I need some air’ I breathed. So I headed back to the door and then I thought. Why was Harley mysteriously at the apartment three days ago? Was he really trying to find Angelica? He seemed really nervous when I first saw him. Was he hiding something? What was going on? ‘Jamie, did reg get those missing person reports that he said he would get?’ ‘I…um…think so. He said he was going to get this month’s reports to see if anyone noticed our victims were gone. But-wait! Why do you need to know? Ally!’ Jamie shouted. But I was already running down the corridor towards Greg who was standing around, looking at the reports in a folder. ‘Alicia! Long time no see, eh?’ he exclaimed. I stared at him with a bored expression and said, without drawing breath, ‘Yeah, yeah. I say “how’s the wife”, you say “still single”. Cheap joke. Are these the reports?’ Greg just stood there with a stunned face as I flipped through the reports that I had so slyly taken from his hands. Maria Waters, Gina Selene, blah, blah, blah, Marcelino Martin- I stopped at him. At least somebody cared. I handed the paper to Greg and continued to search-blah, blah, blah, Margo Magor, blah, blah, blah, blah. And finally I found it. I refrained saying a few misguided words but I had found it. My Tutankhamen. Angelica Magor. Margo’s sister. Missing. It was a shame; she was very attractive. But then, that’s how I knew she was dead. Harley had lied. This was more complicated than ever. ‘What is this for?’ questioned Greg. ‘Our John Doe is that guy.’ ‘But he was mutilated. He was unrecognisable. How do you know?’ ‘Margo and Marcelino were a couple. A couple like them…they’re just inseparable.’ ‘But how do you know that?’ ‘Look, we had an interview that you obviously didn’t hear about. That and I have my special sources. So just trust me and check it out. When you see I’m right, come and apologise. Can I keep this report?’ I didn’t even wait for him to respond. I went outside in search of Angelica, the report held tightly in my hand. She had to be close. Whoever killed her would have been connected to the murders. They must have moved her outside to hide her. The people inside are just warnings. Or so that’s what I thought anyway.
*** So I started with the basics. You know, flower beds, behind trees, long grass. I spent about an hour checking these places, looking around and looking for any moved soil that may have been dug up. I found nothing. I was checking around the car park when I noticed an alleyway between two apartment buildings. The alley was grimy and dirty and housed two dumpsters and God knows what else. One dumpster was for rubbish while the other was for recycling. The rubbish was overflowing by a good ten centimetres with bags of miscellaneous leftovers. The recycling bin had its lid closed all the way down. Just goes to show that nobody does their recycling. I climbed on top of the rubbish dumpster and propped up one side. The smell of mouldy cheese sandwiches and rotten meat wafted up and hit me in the face. I took at small step back and gagged on the smell before shoving half my face into my shirt, getting on my knees and sorting through the bags. I was in there for half an hour and found only rubbish. My nose was still burning from the smell and I was guessing that I would spontaneously combust at any moment. When I finally gave up, I hauled myself over the edge of the dumpster, gasping for fresh air. My shirt did no good in preventing the smell from entering my lungs and I was standing against the wall, gulping down the sweet oxygen that surrounded me. I was just about fed up and ready to go when I remembered the recycling bin. I would have to investigate of course. I whined to myself and prayed that I wouldn’t have to get in it. As I came closer to it, I started to smell what I thought was my garbage stained clothes. But as I lifted the lid and saw a woman inside, I figured out that it wasn’t my clothes. And this time I did not refrain my misguided words. No, I let them fly as I jumped back from the dumpster, making the lid crash back into place. Suddenly I didn’t want to be on this case anymore. Suddenly I wanted to go home and crawl back in bed. Suddenly I just wanted to be invisible… Because a man appeared at the end of the alley and he looked extremely irate by the fact that I was poking my nose into his business.
Chapter 8
‘Who are you?’ he shouted. ‘I’m…no one. I was just walking down here to get to the ro-’ ‘You were looking in there weren’t you? I heard you. Who are you?’ he seemed to shout even louder. He took a few steps closer to me. I responded by taking a few large steps away from him.
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Post by Butterfly Kisses on May 2, 2006 16:17:09 GMT 10
‘Margo and Marcelino we a couple. A couple like them…they’re just inseparable.’
I went outside in search of Angelica, he report held tightly in my hand.
I feel a bit like a beta or something. lol. ___________
Nice plot twist/cliffhanger/whatever else it is. Update asap.
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Post by Daisy on May 8, 2006 8:04:02 GMT 10
This guy was freaking me out. And yet, he looked familiar. I had seen him somewhere before. People had talked about him. He was on the news… ‘Manuel Martin. Marcelino’s brother’ I whispered to myself. ‘What was that girl? Have something to say?’ ‘No I guess I’ll be going’ I said with a quivering voice. And so I turned and almost tripped over my feet to get out of that alley. I was in a panicked state and felt like I was just about to go into the hospital room. But then I heard him move behind me and before I could run, he had me by the neck, against the wall. ‘Alicia Reed. I was told to look out for you’ he sneered. ‘Who’s Alicia? I don’t know who she is.’ ‘Don’t play dumb with me, girl. You’re going to wish you never crossed me’ I struggled to get out of his grasp but I could barely move or even breathe. I squirmed and cried out for him to leave me alone but he only grabbed my throat tighter and put his hand over my mouth. And then I bit him. Right on the hand. I bit him so hard that my teeth went straight through his skin and he started bleeding. Then I headbutted him and ran for my life. But just when I thought I could get away he grabbed my hair and ripped me to the ground. He dragged me, scratching and screaming, over to the dumpster and smashed my head against it so that I blacked out.
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When I woke I was sitting, cramped, in complete darkness. An unbearable smell crept up my nose and the side of my head was stinging with pain. I grabbed at my watch and pressed the button to make it light up. It was at least ten o’clock which meant that I was at least unconscious for two or three hours.
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Post by Butterfly Kisses on May 24, 2006 16:32:17 GMT 10
Ahhhh!!!!!!!!!!! Ally!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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