for Not What It Seems6/24/2006 c17 
1Killer Tofu
This story is outrageously hilarious. I just completely adore it. But you havent updated in 4 months! 4 MONTHS! Thats pretty lengthy if you ask me.
1Killer TofuThis story is outrageously hilarious. I just completely adore it. But you havent updated in 4 months! 4 MONTHS! Thats pretty lengthy if you ask me.
6/20/2006 c17 pangur
nope, your writing hasn't gone rusty at all. but, 6 months is a long time to wait! haha so please, uppdattee : ]
nope, your writing hasn't gone rusty at all. but, 6 months is a long time to wait! haha so please, uppdattee : ]
6/7/2006 c17 cx gbn
pllez update soon
pllez update soon
5/5/2006 c17 sheepep
i quite like your story. it`z much different from other crossdresser stories I've read. I tried not to snort throughout the story - but some of it was too damn funnii. LOL! I've also been having a bit of writers block for my fan fiction stories. Well - I haven't been having ANY inspiration. I've abandoned a million stories. But - I want you to continue. Approximately 457 people are counting on you to continue! Hmm .. . well since YOU need inspiration - Kelly - I thought Terry was the youngest. Anyways wasn't Alissa suppose to be wearing the diamond necklace. And the more you describe her she sounds more .. . girly. I mean I dunno if that is suppose to be her type or something. Just to say - I didn't really like the part where you tricked us you ended the chapter. I'll just copy and paste it - hehe - it`z seriously long!
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"I told you you were way over the line, but you didn't listen." Lance leaned forward smugly. "So what are you going do now?" "I don't know." Christopher sighed, traces of guilt hovering on his tired face. "I had no idea she was telling the truth."
"Maybe you should just get yourself knocked up by a vehicle too," his friend suggested. "That way, you can save yourself from groveling."
Chris pretended he didn’t hear the remark. “I just thought-…I mean, there was no way her story could’ve been real.”
“But it was real.”
“I know.”
“You made her life miserable and now you find out she didn’t deserve it all along. Ironic, huh?”
“I didn’t make her life miserable,” was the defensive reply. “It was already miserable before I came.”
“Oh sure. Lay all the blame on her. It’s entirely her fault she got pushed into the pool two days ago.”
“If she hadn’t been standing there, I would never have-…”
“And that she almost got her clothes burned.”
Okay. He’d concede to that.
“Or that she was run into by a motorcycle.”
And that was…
That was a direct hit. It was his fault that she got hurt. But it was still partly her fault. Why? She didn’t try hard enough to make him believe. She wasn’t good at explaining, and she wasn’t good at convincing people either. It just wasn’t… right...that they were blaming him for his reaction.
“I think you should apologize to her.” Lance said.
Yes, I should. But...The nearest Chris could bring himself to agree out loud was to say, “How?”
“You could bring her flowers to start.”
“She might hurl it back to my face.” He finally smiled, faint but present nonetheless. “Do you know she threw a clock at me?”
-"Do you acknowledge that you, as Alissa's appointed protection, are being held accountable for letting her out of McIntyre ground without measurable safety precautions?" her supervisor asked grimly. Terry nodded solemnly. "I do, sir."
"So you are officially accepting the full responsibility of the accident?"
"I-…" She glanced away briefly. "Yes, I am."
"You are aware that, with what you've just answered, you could be permanently dismissed from this assignment and abstained from anyone who has to do with it, including Alissa herself?"
"I have given this matter great consideration.” She clutched her fingers rigidly. "Maybe it will be better if someone with more experience take it from here."
Her supervisor blinked, the only sign of surprise in his impassive face. "Are you sure about this?"
Terry nodded, her eyes lowered. "Yes, sir."
I'm sorry, Alissa. Forgive me for not being able to do anything.
-“It’s broken.” “No!”
Mrs. Barton, the housekeeper, kept in an impatient huff. “I think it’s broken. You shouldn’t move around if I were you. The doctor is on the way.”
“It’s not broken.” I declared as she carefully set fluffy pillows around me. I had regained consciousness in the elevator somewhere between first and second floor, but that didn’t stop them from carrying me to my room like some sick invalid.
“It’s not broken.” I repeated uncomfortably.
“Isn’t it?” She gently prodded my right leg, now swollen and ugly.
I nearly jumped from the pain. “It’s-…Ouch! Stop touching it!”
She gave me a pitying look before exiting the room.
“It just hurts, that’s all. It’s not broken.” I said, more to myself than anyone in particular.
It couldn’t be broken. Broken meant I wouldn’t be able to walk. And when I can’t walk, I can’t run either. I have to be able to run when they try to kill me again. I just have to.
I took a deep breathe before sitting up. It was scary to be in that position again. Getting hit and knowing you couldn’t stop it. The guy didn’t kill me. Why didn’t he? He had the perfect chance.
My legs have to be alright…I have to flee from the next attempt.
I slowly, cautiously, swung my legs to the side of the bed. I flinched when my wounded leg collided with my other one.
No matter how much it hurts, I was going to prove to that housekeeper that my leg wasn’t broken.
Gradually, I let my uninjured left leg firmly touched the floor, and I stood up on one foot. Now it was my right foot’s turn. As gently as I could, I straightened it and let it land carefully on the carpeted floor.
I stood there for a second. Nothing happened.
“See?” I said to my empty bedroom. “I knew it wasn’t broken.”
How would you know? A small voice inside me challenged. You’re not actually standing on it. You’re just pretending to. You're standing on your good leg.
I was not! I was only letting it rest for a moment because it wasn’t ready yet.
I closed my eyes and took a step using my injured leg.
All at once, the throbbing in my head began to pound. Excruciating pain filled my leg and snaked up to my whole body. I felt like being hit all over again. My right leg buckled and collapsed. I swayed to the side hard, and my head smacked into the bedpost.
In a moment, it was all over. I crumpledto the floor, unconscious once more.
-“Don’t touch her.” “What’s your problem? I’m only looking.”
A soft gentle stroke on my forehead made me stir from my sleep. I opened my eyes and blinked. Everything around me seemed to be blurry.
“Didn’t I just tell you not to touch her?”
“I’m so sorry. I did touch her, and I think it killed her.”
I blinked a few more times. William was standing near me, his head to Christopher, who was sitting across the bed.
My throat was parched and dry, and my body felt as if it had just gone through a fifty-mile race.
I tried to sit up, the silk sheets rustling in response, and they both simultaneously turned to me.
“See what I’ve done? I woke her up with my murderous touch,” Will said smugly.
What were they doing here? How long had I been asleep?
Christopher stood up, somehow looking concerned. Maybe I was hallucinating.
The hallucination strode towards me and spoke. “How do you feel right now?”
I raised my hand to my throat and whispered. “Need water…”
Will immediately straightened, since he was near enough to hear, and winked. “Wait here. I’ll be back with a glass of the most sparkling refreshing cold water you’ve ever had.”
I managed a rough giggle.
When William had left, I didn’t know what else to do. Christopher looked like he didn’t want to be there, and I was sure I didn’t want him there either.
If I could talk properly, I would have told him to leave.
As it was, I could only glare at him accusingly.
He didn’t say anything. And he was acting strange. I didn’t know what was up, but he was definitely acting strange.
If you were Christopher and you were standing at the foot of the bed doing nothing but stare at the floor, wouldn’t you agree you were acting strange?
Finally, he looked up at me. Our eyes met for a silent moment, his emerald ones uneasy and mine wary.
“I want you to know,” he said slowly. “That I’m really sorry for not believing you.”
What…?
He was apologizing to me? Hah! I suddenly wanted to gloat. To laugh right at his face with scorn, but…I tried…and my throat was too dry to make any sound louder than a whisper.
‘Go to hell! You’re saying this after, what? After I’ve been hit? You can go eat your sorry!’ I attempted to convey my thoughts through my facial expression. It worked.
He shuffled uncomfortably, but still he held my gaze. “I know it’s my fault you got hit.”
Damn right!
“And if I hadn’t pushed you out like I did, I might not be here looking at you sit there hurt and helpless.” I heard him add, “For the first time.” under his breathe. He smiled slightly at his own comment.
How could he be making fun of me even now? I hate him so much!
“Get…out…” I managed to say, more than a little angry.
His smile disappeared, and he solemnly motioned to the right with his head. “I can’t blame you for detesting me, and I really don’t have a choice if you want to kick me out of yourroom. But before you do, you should at least look at what I brought you.” He blinked, and there was a glimmer of amusement dancing in his eyes again. “As a sign of good will. And also as peace offering.”
Bring what as peace offering? Where?
My eyebrows shot up questioningly.
“It’s on your bedside table.”
I turned to the right and saw a big bouquet of white roses. I stared motionless for a moment.
He was giving me flowers. My first bunch of flowers, and it turned out to be from him. And it was white too! Of all the colors!
White? I wanted to say out loud. You brought me white roses? Do you know when people give white roses? Right. When someone dies. Do I look dead to you?
Or is that a roundabout way of telling me you want me to die?
I couldn’t help it. I glared at him again.
He didn’t seem to understand, but he knew well enough that I wasn’t exactly pleased.
“That’s not the only thing I’m offering.” He strode to my mini refrigerator and took out something. When he returned with it in hand, I stared motionless for a moment the second time. But now, it was a goodkind ofstare.
I just couldn’t believe it. He was holding Häagen-Dazs ice cream.
My mouth began to water. (Unwillingly, just so you know.)
Unfortunately, Christopher was keen on my reaction. He had this smug look back on once more. “So…you accept peace?”
No, I do not! How could he think that I would forget everything he ever did to me with just one box of stupid ice cream? Even if it is chocolate!
I held out my hand expectantly. Give it to me…
He shook his head. “Tell me you accept it first.”
Never. You’ll never hear me say it!
I pointed to my throat, and then held my hands out again.
“You can still speak. You just told me to get out, remember?” He patted it temptingly. “I’m sure you can manage for this.”
What? How dare he try bargaining with me! I am not the kind of girl who verbally agrees to peace!
I shot him an impatient look, but conceded by nodding my head vigorously. See? This is to peace.
I held out my hands to receive the ice cream.
He made a small grunting noise, and his face momentarily distracted me. He was as good-looking as usual, but it was that grin of his that caught my attention. It wasn’t forced or mocking. In fact, he seemed to be…enjoying himself in my company.
Another strange thing, because he never does.
“You’re smiling,” Christopher whispered after a few seconds, his gaze becoming serious. “Does this mean you don’t hate me anymore?”
Was I?
My hand slowly inched towards my mouth. Yes, I guess I was.
I couldn’t help it. I smiled wider.
He took a step closer until he was beside my bed, never breaking eye contact. “Alissa, I…” He slowly sat on the edge of the mattress. “I have something to tell you…”
Whatever he was about to say was cut off when the door opened and William stepped in. He was carrying a glass full of water that he immediately passed to my greedy hands.
I drank it leisurely, my eyes darting to and fro both guys, then suddenly drawn to the small figure standing near the door.
A child with very proper barrettes on her shoulder-length hair, looking no more than twelve, was staring at me without tact. A strange little girl who was…
Well, actually, I didn’t know who she was.
“Oh, I forgot.” Will exclaimed, when he saw me peering suspiciously at her. “Alissa, I want you to meet Kelly. ”
The girl nodded solemnly at me.
I nodded back, and then continued sipping my water.
From the corner of my eye, I could see Chris was distinctly uncomfortable. Earlier, his emerald eyes were glued to mine, unable to look anywhere else. Now, he was trying not to catch my gaze. And, bizarrely, he wasn’t glancing at the kid either.
I was becoming curious. It couldn’t be his sister. Or his relative, for that matter. The girl had blonde hair and blue eyes. He was dark-haired. So who was this kid that was making Chris act all queasy?
I wanted to ask, but it wasn’t in my place to.
I mean, Will could have introduced her to me, but he didn’t. That shows he wanted her to remain anonymous. I shouldn’t poke my nose into it.
Well...I did try to sound polite. ‘Try’ being the active verb. “Okay. Who are you?”
She smiled, showing very even white teeth. “I’m Kelly. I think William already mentioned that.”
"And...?"
She glanced at Will for a fraction of a second. Then, calmly, she said, "I'm you new bodyguard."
Everything was going wrong. I suddenly couldn't move.
"What did you say?" I had goosebumps crawling over my skin. Where was Terry?
They all started speaking over each other.
"You see, Terry had to drop the mission..."
"She was the one who decided not to..."
"Kelly's not as young as she looks. She's already twelve..."
"Shut up, Will. Can't you see Alissa is..."
"I'm not talking to you, Chris. Butt out of the..."
I closed my eyes. I wanted to cover myself and go back to sleep.
The girl spoke up again. "Don't worry about Terry. You won't miss her that much."
Silence.
"Don't you think we bear some resemblance?" she continued.
I opened my eyes to look at her.
"I'm her sister."
Silence.
"You can pretend I'm her, you know. I'm just five inches shorter."
Silence.
She started scratching her head uncomfortably. "We can do all the things you guys used to do together. It'll be the same. You won't even notice the difference!"
How could Terry bail on me? Especially now that I almost got killed?
"Many people say I'm just like her. Sometimes I even talk like she does."
Oh, was that supposed to make me feel better?
I looked away and shut my eyes . I don't think so.
End of Chapter
(Now, I'm serious)
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i quite like your story. it`z much different from other crossdresser stories I've read. I tried not to snort throughout the story - but some of it was too damn funnii. LOL! I've also been having a bit of writers block for my fan fiction stories. Well - I haven't been having ANY inspiration. I've abandoned a million stories. But - I want you to continue. Approximately 457 people are counting on you to continue! Hmm .. . well since YOU need inspiration - Kelly - I thought Terry was the youngest. Anyways wasn't Alissa suppose to be wearing the diamond necklace. And the more you describe her she sounds more .. . girly. I mean I dunno if that is suppose to be her type or something. Just to say - I didn't really like the part where you tricked us you ended the chapter. I'll just copy and paste it - hehe - it`z seriously long!
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"I told you you were way over the line, but you didn't listen." Lance leaned forward smugly. "So what are you going do now?" "I don't know." Christopher sighed, traces of guilt hovering on his tired face. "I had no idea she was telling the truth."
"Maybe you should just get yourself knocked up by a vehicle too," his friend suggested. "That way, you can save yourself from groveling."
Chris pretended he didn’t hear the remark. “I just thought-…I mean, there was no way her story could’ve been real.”
“But it was real.”
“I know.”
“You made her life miserable and now you find out she didn’t deserve it all along. Ironic, huh?”
“I didn’t make her life miserable,” was the defensive reply. “It was already miserable before I came.”
“Oh sure. Lay all the blame on her. It’s entirely her fault she got pushed into the pool two days ago.”
“If she hadn’t been standing there, I would never have-…”
“And that she almost got her clothes burned.”
Okay. He’d concede to that.
“Or that she was run into by a motorcycle.”
And that was…
That was a direct hit. It was his fault that she got hurt. But it was still partly her fault. Why? She didn’t try hard enough to make him believe. She wasn’t good at explaining, and she wasn’t good at convincing people either. It just wasn’t… right...that they were blaming him for his reaction.
“I think you should apologize to her.” Lance said.
Yes, I should. But...The nearest Chris could bring himself to agree out loud was to say, “How?”
“You could bring her flowers to start.”
“She might hurl it back to my face.” He finally smiled, faint but present nonetheless. “Do you know she threw a clock at me?”
-"Do you acknowledge that you, as Alissa's appointed protection, are being held accountable for letting her out of McIntyre ground without measurable safety precautions?" her supervisor asked grimly. Terry nodded solemnly. "I do, sir."
"So you are officially accepting the full responsibility of the accident?"
"I-…" She glanced away briefly. "Yes, I am."
"You are aware that, with what you've just answered, you could be permanently dismissed from this assignment and abstained from anyone who has to do with it, including Alissa herself?"
"I have given this matter great consideration.” She clutched her fingers rigidly. "Maybe it will be better if someone with more experience take it from here."
Her supervisor blinked, the only sign of surprise in his impassive face. "Are you sure about this?"
Terry nodded, her eyes lowered. "Yes, sir."
I'm sorry, Alissa. Forgive me for not being able to do anything.
-“It’s broken.” “No!”
Mrs. Barton, the housekeeper, kept in an impatient huff. “I think it’s broken. You shouldn’t move around if I were you. The doctor is on the way.”
“It’s not broken.” I declared as she carefully set fluffy pillows around me. I had regained consciousness in the elevator somewhere between first and second floor, but that didn’t stop them from carrying me to my room like some sick invalid.
“It’s not broken.” I repeated uncomfortably.
“Isn’t it?” She gently prodded my right leg, now swollen and ugly.
I nearly jumped from the pain. “It’s-…Ouch! Stop touching it!”
She gave me a pitying look before exiting the room.
“It just hurts, that’s all. It’s not broken.” I said, more to myself than anyone in particular.
It couldn’t be broken. Broken meant I wouldn’t be able to walk. And when I can’t walk, I can’t run either. I have to be able to run when they try to kill me again. I just have to.
I took a deep breathe before sitting up. It was scary to be in that position again. Getting hit and knowing you couldn’t stop it. The guy didn’t kill me. Why didn’t he? He had the perfect chance.
My legs have to be alright…I have to flee from the next attempt.
I slowly, cautiously, swung my legs to the side of the bed. I flinched when my wounded leg collided with my other one.
No matter how much it hurts, I was going to prove to that housekeeper that my leg wasn’t broken.
Gradually, I let my uninjured left leg firmly touched the floor, and I stood up on one foot. Now it was my right foot’s turn. As gently as I could, I straightened it and let it land carefully on the carpeted floor.
I stood there for a second. Nothing happened.
“See?” I said to my empty bedroom. “I knew it wasn’t broken.”
How would you know? A small voice inside me challenged. You’re not actually standing on it. You’re just pretending to. You're standing on your good leg.
I was not! I was only letting it rest for a moment because it wasn’t ready yet.
I closed my eyes and took a step using my injured leg.
All at once, the throbbing in my head began to pound. Excruciating pain filled my leg and snaked up to my whole body. I felt like being hit all over again. My right leg buckled and collapsed. I swayed to the side hard, and my head smacked into the bedpost.
In a moment, it was all over. I crumpledto the floor, unconscious once more.
-“Don’t touch her.” “What’s your problem? I’m only looking.”
A soft gentle stroke on my forehead made me stir from my sleep. I opened my eyes and blinked. Everything around me seemed to be blurry.
“Didn’t I just tell you not to touch her?”
“I’m so sorry. I did touch her, and I think it killed her.”
I blinked a few more times. William was standing near me, his head to Christopher, who was sitting across the bed.
My throat was parched and dry, and my body felt as if it had just gone through a fifty-mile race.
I tried to sit up, the silk sheets rustling in response, and they both simultaneously turned to me.
“See what I’ve done? I woke her up with my murderous touch,” Will said smugly.
What were they doing here? How long had I been asleep?
Christopher stood up, somehow looking concerned. Maybe I was hallucinating.
The hallucination strode towards me and spoke. “How do you feel right now?”
I raised my hand to my throat and whispered. “Need water…”
Will immediately straightened, since he was near enough to hear, and winked. “Wait here. I’ll be back with a glass of the most sparkling refreshing cold water you’ve ever had.”
I managed a rough giggle.
When William had left, I didn’t know what else to do. Christopher looked like he didn’t want to be there, and I was sure I didn’t want him there either.
If I could talk properly, I would have told him to leave.
As it was, I could only glare at him accusingly.
He didn’t say anything. And he was acting strange. I didn’t know what was up, but he was definitely acting strange.
If you were Christopher and you were standing at the foot of the bed doing nothing but stare at the floor, wouldn’t you agree you were acting strange?
Finally, he looked up at me. Our eyes met for a silent moment, his emerald ones uneasy and mine wary.
“I want you to know,” he said slowly. “That I’m really sorry for not believing you.”
What…?
He was apologizing to me? Hah! I suddenly wanted to gloat. To laugh right at his face with scorn, but…I tried…and my throat was too dry to make any sound louder than a whisper.
‘Go to hell! You’re saying this after, what? After I’ve been hit? You can go eat your sorry!’ I attempted to convey my thoughts through my facial expression. It worked.
He shuffled uncomfortably, but still he held my gaze. “I know it’s my fault you got hit.”
Damn right!
“And if I hadn’t pushed you out like I did, I might not be here looking at you sit there hurt and helpless.” I heard him add, “For the first time.” under his breathe. He smiled slightly at his own comment.
How could he be making fun of me even now? I hate him so much!
“Get…out…” I managed to say, more than a little angry.
His smile disappeared, and he solemnly motioned to the right with his head. “I can’t blame you for detesting me, and I really don’t have a choice if you want to kick me out of yourroom. But before you do, you should at least look at what I brought you.” He blinked, and there was a glimmer of amusement dancing in his eyes again. “As a sign of good will. And also as peace offering.”
Bring what as peace offering? Where?
My eyebrows shot up questioningly.
“It’s on your bedside table.”
I turned to the right and saw a big bouquet of white roses. I stared motionless for a moment.
He was giving me flowers. My first bunch of flowers, and it turned out to be from him. And it was white too! Of all the colors!
White? I wanted to say out loud. You brought me white roses? Do you know when people give white roses? Right. When someone dies. Do I look dead to you?
Or is that a roundabout way of telling me you want me to die?
I couldn’t help it. I glared at him again.
He didn’t seem to understand, but he knew well enough that I wasn’t exactly pleased.
“That’s not the only thing I’m offering.” He strode to my mini refrigerator and took out something. When he returned with it in hand, I stared motionless for a moment the second time. But now, it was a goodkind ofstare.
I just couldn’t believe it. He was holding Häagen-Dazs ice cream.
My mouth began to water. (Unwillingly, just so you know.)
Unfortunately, Christopher was keen on my reaction. He had this smug look back on once more. “So…you accept peace?”
No, I do not! How could he think that I would forget everything he ever did to me with just one box of stupid ice cream? Even if it is chocolate!
I held out my hand expectantly. Give it to me…
He shook his head. “Tell me you accept it first.”
Never. You’ll never hear me say it!
I pointed to my throat, and then held my hands out again.
“You can still speak. You just told me to get out, remember?” He patted it temptingly. “I’m sure you can manage for this.”
What? How dare he try bargaining with me! I am not the kind of girl who verbally agrees to peace!
I shot him an impatient look, but conceded by nodding my head vigorously. See? This is to peace.
I held out my hands to receive the ice cream.
He made a small grunting noise, and his face momentarily distracted me. He was as good-looking as usual, but it was that grin of his that caught my attention. It wasn’t forced or mocking. In fact, he seemed to be…enjoying himself in my company.
Another strange thing, because he never does.
“You’re smiling,” Christopher whispered after a few seconds, his gaze becoming serious. “Does this mean you don’t hate me anymore?”
Was I?
My hand slowly inched towards my mouth. Yes, I guess I was.
I couldn’t help it. I smiled wider.
He took a step closer until he was beside my bed, never breaking eye contact. “Alissa, I…” He slowly sat on the edge of the mattress. “I have something to tell you…”
Whatever he was about to say was cut off when the door opened and William stepped in. He was carrying a glass full of water that he immediately passed to my greedy hands.
I drank it leisurely, my eyes darting to and fro both guys, then suddenly drawn to the small figure standing near the door.
A child with very proper barrettes on her shoulder-length hair, looking no more than twelve, was staring at me without tact. A strange little girl who was…
Well, actually, I didn’t know who she was.
“Oh, I forgot.” Will exclaimed, when he saw me peering suspiciously at her. “Alissa, I want you to meet Kelly. ”
The girl nodded solemnly at me.
I nodded back, and then continued sipping my water.
From the corner of my eye, I could see Chris was distinctly uncomfortable. Earlier, his emerald eyes were glued to mine, unable to look anywhere else. Now, he was trying not to catch my gaze. And, bizarrely, he wasn’t glancing at the kid either.
I was becoming curious. It couldn’t be his sister. Or his relative, for that matter. The girl had blonde hair and blue eyes. He was dark-haired. So who was this kid that was making Chris act all queasy?
I wanted to ask, but it wasn’t in my place to.
I mean, Will could have introduced her to me, but he didn’t. That shows he wanted her to remain anonymous. I shouldn’t poke my nose into it.
Well...I did try to sound polite. ‘Try’ being the active verb. “Okay. Who are you?”
She smiled, showing very even white teeth. “I’m Kelly. I think William already mentioned that.”
"And...?"
She glanced at Will for a fraction of a second. Then, calmly, she said, "I'm you new bodyguard."
Everything was going wrong. I suddenly couldn't move.
"What did you say?" I had goosebumps crawling over my skin. Where was Terry?
They all started speaking over each other.
"You see, Terry had to drop the mission..."
"She was the one who decided not to..."
"Kelly's not as young as she looks. She's already twelve..."
"Shut up, Will. Can't you see Alissa is..."
"I'm not talking to you, Chris. Butt out of the..."
I closed my eyes. I wanted to cover myself and go back to sleep.
The girl spoke up again. "Don't worry about Terry. You won't miss her that much."
Silence.
"Don't you think we bear some resemblance?" she continued.
I opened my eyes to look at her.
"I'm her sister."
Silence.
"You can pretend I'm her, you know. I'm just five inches shorter."
Silence.
She started scratching her head uncomfortably. "We can do all the things you guys used to do together. It'll be the same. You won't even notice the difference!"
How could Terry bail on me? Especially now that I almost got killed?
"Many people say I'm just like her. Sometimes I even talk like she does."
Oh, was that supposed to make me feel better?
I looked away and shut my eyes . I don't think so.
End of Chapter
(Now, I'm serious)
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4/30/2006 c1 iono
ah update soon. that was the best story ever. i wanna know what happens next X[
ah update soon. that was the best story ever. i wanna know what happens next X[
4/21/2006 c17 1loveSZbrownie
aughh...i read this story all in one go! Well...i did thin that you shouldn't have put so many filler chapters..and move dit along a little more...
1loveSZbrownieaughh...i read this story all in one go! Well...i did thin that you shouldn't have put so many filler chapters..and move dit along a little more...
4/21/2006 c17 7The Latest Plague
OH MY GOD! you are NOT rusty! this story is brillient! you have to update! i love your writing! its so addicting!
7The Latest PlagueOH MY GOD! you are NOT rusty! this story is brillient! you have to update! i love your writing! its so addicting!
3/31/2006 c17 DinaY
nice story... i like it!:D wow its been soo long since you updated, i hope you can update soonxx anonymus-gurl
nice story... i like it!:D wow its been soo long since you updated, i hope you can update soonxx anonymus-gurl
3/29/2006 c17 8Written
my goodness. thank you for finally updating, you! I love this story SO much. You don't understand, or perhaps you do since I'm sure there are rabid fan girl stalkers surrounding you as we speak.
I love your writing and I love how funny it is and how everything goes together, so please, keep up the awesome work.
8Writtenmy goodness. thank you for finally updating, you! I love this story SO much. You don't understand, or perhaps you do since I'm sure there are rabid fan girl stalkers surrounding you as we speak.
I love your writing and I love how funny it is and how everything goes together, so please, keep up the awesome work.
3/6/2006 c10 smartalleck
don't you think it's a little (okay, maybe more than a little) homephobic? I do. and yeah I know maybe it's just the charector that's homephobic, but just so you know that you're coming across that way, I will be satisfied. okay story, though.
don't you think it's a little (okay, maybe more than a little) homephobic? I do. and yeah I know maybe it's just the charector that's homephobic, but just so you know that you're coming across that way, I will be satisfied. okay story, though.
2/25/2006 c17 Dose 2
very cute :)
the scene where she lunges to save matt was just fine. i certainly felt suspense. ( and i also fell for the end of chapter thing *cough* )
very cute :)
the scene where she lunges to save matt was just fine. i certainly felt suspense. ( and i also fell for the end of chapter thing *cough* )