Ok, so Christina (Rennerocks) and I are going to try something new. This story is called Partners in Crime. The characters are James (Christina) and Bryn (me), and the story is going to go back and forth. We ARE going to add our origional OC's once it gets more into the story (I hope) but it's still going to be mainly about Bryn and James. I hope you enjoy! - Kelly (I'm giving you a warning it's short. I got brain dead in the middle of writing it, sorry)
The red on my arms and the knee pads protecting my knees signafied I was playing a game- volleyball. It was one of my favorite games, even though it was a 16 hour drive to the beach on the coast. I played for the Chicago Leagues. It was getting down to the wire, when the ball was passed to me, and I spiked, and got one point for our team. We all cheered, and went into a big huddle. We won the game. Everything on my body ached, because I went all out. We all walked home, congragulating each other and going on our way.
When I opened the door to my house, it was oddly scilent. I walked in the living quarters and I saw blood everywhere. My siblings lie dead in the corner and my mom in the center of the floor. I was about to scream when someone forced a twisted cloth in my mouth, and I was blind folded. I struggle to get out of the grip that lead me to my brother's room. I was tied to his small bed, legs and hands bound. I was revieled the light, and I started crying. My dad was in front of me, holding a gun and his cell phone. He laughed and dialed a number. He sounded frantic; "help, my seventeen year old daughter is trying to kill me, she has me cornered in her brothers room, she killed my wife and children also," he said. A secretary on the other end replied. "Nautlis Ave, appartment 56, hurry!" he yelled, and hung up the phone. He took the bindings out of my mouth and I was able to speak.
"I know you hated us, but this is over the limit.... I hate you. You're a horrible horrible man, and I hate living with you," I snarled.
"I know you hate me, that's why your going to come over here in the doorway and kill me. Better you than me. If you don't, I will kill you," he replied and showed me his pocket knife. He cut my binds and showed me where to stand. I took a gulp,and he placed the gun in my hand. I sighed and relaxed. I aimed the gun at him, he screamed and I shot. The door was busted down and I was yelled at to drop the gun and lie on the ground. I did and I was cuffed. I was put in the back of a cop car and driven to the county jail.
My first day was rough. After a couple hours, there were six new people. The last one brought in, was the one that looked most appealing to me. He looked smart, observant, and quick. He was thrown in the cell next to me. When the guards walked away, I stuck my hand out of my cell for him to shake. "The name's Bryn. Convicted of murder, how 'bout you?" I asked.
He shook my hand. "I'm James... uhh I don't want to talk about it," he replied.
"Lunch everyone! Out of your cells!" yelled the guards. I stayed in my cell.
"I said out of your cells," the guard growled. I stroked my long hair.
"Not hungry," I replied.
"You're hungry N(ame)B(ryn)J(ones)A(ge)17 [her jail name is NBJA17], everyone's hungry here," he replied, and dragged me out of the cell.
I sighed and followed everyone to the lunchroom. We had slop and brocli, I passed on the slop, but ate the brocli. James sat down next to me. "I can't wait to get out of this joint. I have a twenty year sentance. When you think about it, it's only 17 because of three years of probation," I remarked, trying to make conversation.
The red on my arms and the knee pads protecting my knees signafied I was playing a game- volleyball. It was one of my favorite games, even though it was a 16 hour drive to the beach on the coast. I played for the Chicago Leagues. It was getting down to the wire, when the ball was passed to me, and I spiked, and got one point for our team. We all cheered, and went into a big huddle. We won the game. Everything on my body ached, because I went all out. We all walked home, congragulating each other and going on our way.
When I opened the door to my house, it was oddly scilent. I walked in the living quarters and I saw blood everywhere. My siblings lie dead in the corner and my mom in the center of the floor. I was about to scream when someone forced a twisted cloth in my mouth, and I was blind folded. I struggle to get out of the grip that lead me to my brother's room. I was tied to his small bed, legs and hands bound. I was revieled the light, and I started crying. My dad was in front of me, holding a gun and his cell phone. He laughed and dialed a number. He sounded frantic; "help, my seventeen year old daughter is trying to kill me, she has me cornered in her brothers room, she killed my wife and children also," he said. A secretary on the other end replied. "Nautlis Ave, appartment 56, hurry!" he yelled, and hung up the phone. He took the bindings out of my mouth and I was able to speak.
"I know you hated us, but this is over the limit.... I hate you. You're a horrible horrible man, and I hate living with you," I snarled.
"I know you hate me, that's why your going to come over here in the doorway and kill me. Better you than me. If you don't, I will kill you," he replied and showed me his pocket knife. He cut my binds and showed me where to stand. I took a gulp,and he placed the gun in my hand. I sighed and relaxed. I aimed the gun at him, he screamed and I shot. The door was busted down and I was yelled at to drop the gun and lie on the ground. I did and I was cuffed. I was put in the back of a cop car and driven to the county jail.
My first day was rough. After a couple hours, there were six new people. The last one brought in, was the one that looked most appealing to me. He looked smart, observant, and quick. He was thrown in the cell next to me. When the guards walked away, I stuck my hand out of my cell for him to shake. "The name's Bryn. Convicted of murder, how 'bout you?" I asked.
He shook my hand. "I'm James... uhh I don't want to talk about it," he replied.
"Lunch everyone! Out of your cells!" yelled the guards. I stayed in my cell.
"I said out of your cells," the guard growled. I stroked my long hair.
"Not hungry," I replied.
"You're hungry N(ame)B(ryn)J(ones)A(ge)17 [her jail name is NBJA17], everyone's hungry here," he replied, and dragged me out of the cell.
I sighed and followed everyone to the lunchroom. We had slop and brocli, I passed on the slop, but ate the brocli. James sat down next to me. "I can't wait to get out of this joint. I have a twenty year sentance. When you think about it, it's only 17 because of three years of probation," I remarked, trying to make conversation.
I'm going to add articles to the club. They are:
- Sky Sykes: Decpecticon Evaluation
- Michael Sykes: Decpecticon Evaluation
- Jake Sykes: Decpeticon Evaluation
- Cathrine Morse: Decpeticon Evaluation
- A New Hope: Sky's Story Chapter One and Two(just to tell you ahead of time, their kind of short)
- SilverFlame's Stories
After all that is done, I'm going to add a couple pictures. Only four more days until the wait is over!
~ Kelly (monkey0502)
- Sky Sykes: Decpecticon Evaluation
- Michael Sykes: Decpecticon Evaluation
- Jake Sykes: Decpeticon Evaluation
- Cathrine Morse: Decpeticon Evaluation
- A New Hope: Sky's Story Chapter One and Two(just to tell you ahead of time, their kind of short)
- SilverFlame's Stories
After all that is done, I'm going to add a couple pictures. Only four more days until the wait is over!
~ Kelly (monkey0502)