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I headed off for home after the basktetball tryouts. It was a nice, sunny afternoon, with the air having
a slight scent of winter and a strong smell of autumn leaves. Seems weird how sensitive my nose was to
the smells around me.
I wrinkled my nose in disgust as I thought of Cathy Stone's hard, sweating body. Eew. Gross.
I burst through the door and ran up the stairs to my home, panting. I jogged off the last few blocks,
afraid to be late. I had a shopping trip with my friends.
I quickly but some deodorant on, grabbed a sundress, gladiator heels, my blue sunglasses, tore my
clothes off and pulled the others on. Then I applied some quick to-go makeup on, grabbed my purse, and
ran out the door, also grabbing a coat, which was flying.
When I finally arrived at Violet's house, I was practically panting. Vi opened the door and I flew right
in, landing in a heap on her bed. She looked at me skeptically.
Sounds girly? Well, my fashion sense and style might be, but believe it or not, I'm actually a spy. My
name is Ivy Spygirl. That's supposed to be my real last name, but at school I have to change it to Ivy
Twilight. Otherwise, it might sound kind of, well, you know, spy-ish. They'd kick me out for sure.
I'm not in the "in" crowd, but I me and my friends are popular in out own way. The spy way and the
fashion way. We're all equally attractive, stylish, secretive, and whatsoever.
However, there are differences. But let's get all the facts straight first.
I have dark brown hair that falls down my back in waves, like a waterfall. I have tanned skin, but it's
getting paler. I'm a little on the goth side sometimes, but I also like girly stuff too. It's normally
goth at night. I have soft brown eyes, which I add some more detail with by swiping on some mascara,
eyeliner, and eyeshadow.
Enough for now. I had to rush to the mall with her. Shopping trips every Friday or Saturday. Sometimes
we trade clothes; other times we donate them and get new ones. Our parents aren't that rich, but they
get a lot of money, so we can shop every day (but we don't).
Violet looked up and down me. "You picked a wrinkly dress?"
Uh-oh. That wasn't good. I grabbed her bottle of spray-on water and sprayed it on my dress. Mom taught
me how to unwrinkle your dresses.
Then something caught my eye as we walked out the door. Through the window, I could see her secretive
neighbor Mr. Grint sneaking something through his kitchen window. It was something suspicious. What a
mystery.
And I loved mysteries.
- by xXx Lexi Beach Girl xXx |
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- | Submitted on 08/03/2009 |
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- Title: The Quick Criminal - Part 1
- Artist: xXx Lexi Beach Girl xXx
- Description: The full title of this story is "Ivy Spygirl and the Quick Criminal". This is the first story of many I am going to make.
- Date: 08/03/2009
- Tags: quick criminal ivyspygirl mystery spies
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