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Catch me if you can Part 2

Catch me if you can Part 2

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Published by Jade
Part 2 of "Catch me if you can"
I am definitely changing the title, I just don't have any ideas yet. If anyone has an idea PLEASE let me know. The title is starting to bug me >.>
Ha ha, I know I'm obsessive. Enjoy :D
Comments are welcome! (Please please PLEASE leave a comment. One word, that's all I'm asking for)
Part 2 of "Catch me if you can"
I am definitely changing the title, I just don't have any ideas yet. If anyone has an idea PLEASE let me know. The title is starting to bug me >.>
Ha ha, I know I'm obsessive. Enjoy :D
Comments are welcome! (Please please PLEASE leave a comment. One word, that's all I'm asking for)

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Published by: Jade on Nov 30, 2009
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“Cherry! Kenny!” My father’s voice was too loud. Groaning, I shoved my head under mypillow. “Don’t make me come up there, kids.” He threatened.“Dad, I’m sick.” I said, coughing and hacking.“Unless you want to walk to school, you better get up and get ready young lady. I’mleaving for work in half an hour.”“But I’m sick!”“No you’re not. Get your brother up while you’re at it.” Footsteps sounded at the bottom of the stairs and I could hear my mom laughing. Groaning again, I got out of bed and headed for mybrother’s room.“Kenny.” Almost tripping over a field hockey stick, I stumbled my way across his room tohis bed. “Kenny!!!!”“What?” he said, looking up at me with half-closed eyes.“Time to get up.”“No.” He rolled over.“Get your ass out of bed, Kenneth, or you have to walk to school.”“I’m sick.”“I already tried that.” Rolling over again, he looked up at me and smirked.“It probably didn’t work cause you’re such a terrible liar.” I yanked on his arm and he fellout of bed. “Ow!”“I am not. Now get ready for school. You’re going if I have to tie you to the back of thecar.”“Yah right.“ he mocked, getting to his feet and starting to strip off his pajamas.“Hey!! Wait until I leave first! God!” I slapped my hand over my eyes and headed for mybedroom. Pulling a pair of jeans from my closet, I dragged them up over my legs, hopping on onefoot, then the other. Gripping the hem of my shirt, I dragged it up and tossed it aside, reaching for a bra. Kenny opened the door and barged in.“Where’s my iPod?” Ignoring me, he walked to my desk and began shuffling everythingaround.“GET OUT!!!” I screamed, throwing a book at him which he managed to avoid. I draggedon a black top and grabbed a hairbrush, raising it threateningly. He grabbed his iPod and ran out,laughing as the hairbrush hit the wall. “Kenny, you’re going DOWN.” Grabbing my backpack, Ichased out after him.~~~“It really hurts.” He said again, coming close to a whine. I ignored him, staring out thewindow. “Dad, she hit me really hard.”“So hit her back next time.” My dad shrugged, turning a corner.“Dad!” I glared at him.“What?”“You’re not supposed to take his side!”“Yes he is.” Kenny argued from the back seat. Ignoring him again, I looked out thewindow at the sky. It looked like it was going to rain. I liked rain.“Kids, behave.”“Look at it this way Dad. It’s your fault, because if you hadn’t forced us out here into thecar to go to school, we wouldn’t be here arguing.”“You’re grades would also drop. And your mother and I would be very upset if thathappened.” The mild tone did nothing to hide the clear threat.“Such a dictator.” Pouting, Kenny slid down farther in his seat. Pulling the car over to thecurb, Dad waited patiently while we got out.“Don’t get into trouble Kenneth!” he called loudly. I smirked at my brother as he rolled hiseyes. “Cheryl, keep an eye on him please.”“Sure Dad.” The car drove away, and we headed into the school. The crowded hallwaysdid nothing to help my headache. “I hate school.”“Ditto.”

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