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Category: Ummmm.... I'm not really sure, but there is some HR, and it's in
the future
Summary: Familiar faces lead to....
Rating: Someday, I'm gonna get one of you to explain this rating system to
me.
warning: There is some foul language. Sorry, it's just the character.
Archiving: You always have my permission, just tell me!
FACES
by Lauren
Chapter One
I sat up abruptly, cold sweat running down my face. *That dream...
that same dream....* The nightmare I had replayed in my head. It was the same
nightmare I had everynight. Ever since that night that I heard the new that
my best friends and father had died in a chemical explosion. *I should have
been there! I should have died too!*
The dream starts with my mother waking me up, shaking me violently with
tears streaming down her face. I look out my window, and see their faces,
tortured and burnt, screaming in agony. I scream. They scream. As I run to
the window, I hear them calling, "Jessie! Jessie!" in awful, wailing voices.
I don't know why I feel that I should have been there; I just do.
It took me a moment to realize that I was on the couch in my living
room that I and my boyfriend, Drake, shared. Glancing at my watch, I decided
that I had better get ready to go to the party, if I was to do my job.
I dashed up the stairs two at a time, ran into the bathroom, and took a
shower.
Mint filled the room as I the shampoo fomed. When I got out of the shower,
and looked at myself in mirror. *I am Jessica. I am the best. And I will rob
that party blind.*
§ § §
"What?!?" I yelled angrily into the telephone. I could probably guess
that my blue eyes had just turned a shade darker like they always do when I
get angry.
"You heard me, Quest. You are going to that d*** party tonight, and
you will be happy about it! You will be going undercover as Kenny Lawrence.
Got that?"
"Yeah, I got it."
"It's at Town Hall. You got that?"
I sighed angrily, and grunted into the phone.
"There have been reports of a thief roming around, and this is the
most formal and expensive AND---"
"I GET THE POINT!"
"Good! Put on a tuxedo, and hop on over to this, or your A** is
GRASS!" The dial tone sang into my ear, and I slammed down the reciver. "Race
always made it look so easy!"
I ran a hand through my blonde hair, and sighed, looking up tuxedo
rentals in the yellow pages.
§ § §
Trying to look as casual as I could, I gracefully made my way up the
stairs to the entrance to town hall. *OK, Bannon. You are Lily Peterson. The
ID is in your purse, and invatation is in your hands.* I walked up to the
black-suited man standing at the top, and gave him a Hollywood smile.
"May I see your invatation and ID, Miss?" I nodded, and pulled out
my fake ID and handed him my invatation. He nodded in approval, and opened
the door. Classical music poored out the door, and I looked in. *BANNON! Why
do you always do this! Just go in like you're suppost to!* I walked in,
smiling at people as I went. Couples were dancing to the waltz, some were
standing in the corners or sitting at tables, talking, but the majority of
the men were over at the buffet, drinking the champaine and eating the
shrimp. Then, a flash caught my attention. There it was! The dimond. The huge
dimond about the size of an egg was sitting on a pillow that was surronded by
people. Guards, mostly. It was to be presented to the President as a gift
from the Sultan of Bangalore.
*This is going to be a piece of cake,* I thought, then hungrally
glanced over at the huge chocolate cake sitting on the table. *Jess, you can
stop by a Caseys and pick up an entire pizza later.* Weaving my way through
the crowd, I saw it. It was the biggest job I had ever had, but I could do
it.
§ § §
"Stupid cufflinks..." I mumbled to myself, trying to button them.
It wasn't working.
A slim woman with fiery red hair brush past me, and I got a whiff
of her perfume. Beautiful. She suddenly turned her head, as if she didn't
belong there, and something clicked in my mind. I was as if I had seen her
before.
I rushed up to her, and stepped infront of her. "Umm... Hello. I---
God, this sounds stupid. I was wondering if maybe we had met somewhere
before?" She shook my hand as I gazed into her emerald eyes. It seemed as
though she knew what I was talking about, but when I glanced at her face, it
showed no emotion except that she was annoyed.
"No, I don't believe so, sir."
"Well it was nice meeting you." I took in one final breath of her,
and then she left me. I glanced down at my hands, and my gold cufflinks were
gone.
"What---??" I scanned the room looking for her, but she was gone,
and the dimond too.
~*~
Well, that's Chapter One? Too confusing? I bet.
Questions? Comments? Donations? Halfway melted Hershey bars? Send all to
!
~Lauren
"Huh?"
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