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This is the second chapter, about Yorey Mizaki. She is a neko, or a feline-human hybrid.......
Yorey________________
“Yorey? Are you done in there yet?!” yelled an all too familiar voice from the other side of the bedroom door.
“Why the Hell do you want to know, Clar?” The brunette screamed back as she pinned another poster to the wall. Her cat ears flinching to any sound that came from inside the room.
‘YOU are the only one who can save this planet. YOU have to help clean it.’ Dart. Red 2o. Dart. Green 16. Dart. Red 14.
“That’s a load of BS.” Another dart whizzed by. Another one, but not by her. Someone had opened the door and threw a dart, and barely missed her face by 1/34th of an inch. Yorey whirled to see a wicked smile of one of her best friends in the door way.
“Bulls eye.”
The only two words to make Yorey whirl back around and make herself dizzy. She realized that her friend had been right. It WAS a Bulls Eye. A slight giggle came from behind her as she stood in shock at ONE shot. Must’ve been pure and sheer luck.
“Stop gaping at it, Momo. Now come on and get dressed. We need to be somewhere tonight.” Aya, one of her bestest friends ever, said as she turned.
“Now, where would that be?” A snippy remark that rewarded her with a slap to the back of the head and a kick to the butt. “Ow! “
“That’s what you get. Now get dressed! We can’t let your dress go to waste now!”
Yorey grumbled something unintelligible as she got up. “a**.”
Aya smiled as she exited the room and yanked Clar by her elbow to get dressed. Aya was the crazy one, Clar the sane one, and Yorey the hyper one. One dysfunctional family, a cat, a bird, and a dog. Anyways, Momo turned to her closet at yanked open the door to the walk-in, 5 by 6 foot, enclosed room. 5 steps in and to the sweaters, yanking the Cashmere Channel sweater and the Maroon Vera Wang knitted Sweats apart, she reached for a small compartment door. With a good, hard yank, the door swung open and the hanger hung there, untouched. Reaching in with most of her arm, Momo was able to remove the hanger and the tarp wrapped Kohshin Katon black French couture Spring of ’08 dress. Momo shook her head and slammed the doors to her closet and headed back into the room.
The end. No, just kiddin! xd
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 KissMeShawol · Sat Jul 26, 2008 @ 02:17am · 0 Comments |
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