“Let's get to work”
It doesn't take long for us to all but destory the already messy room, although the room has a bit more color seeing as its now covered in neon pink and green paint with a splash of glitter her and there, or everywhere.
“Um, Gu- Guys?”Alex stutters as he looks at the far wall, white as a sheat, well, except his bruise.
We all follow his eyes to see where he is looking, The bookshelf has opened like a door.
“What the…”
“So…Do we look or…”
“Is this the part where we run?”
We all slowly and carfuly walk over to the now open doorway asif it could bit us, Inside is a well-kept computer room, On the many screens are recaps of the fun nights we had had over the summer and Sporting events from the Miller boys.
Digging around the room we find more and more papers on us, files full of school records and police reports dating back to before I even moved to this sleepy town.
The Miller boys only get more concerned when they found the file of their father, and all his not-so-legal business practices.
Slowly we make our way to the floor as we read over the perfect history of or lives, all printed on fresh, crisp white paper. Sitting on the floor none of us relise someone has snuck into the main office.
“I see you have found my little research room.” Mr Grey says as he stands in the doorway, taking up the full size of it. “Maybe you should have a closer look.” He grins as he slams the door, trapping us in the small room with only the computer's lights to see by.
“Great JUST GREAT” I yell, along with similar complaints from the people around me.
“Now what will we do?”
“¡Vamos a morir aquí, el Sr. Grey volverá y nos encontrará y si no estamos muertos para entonces, ÉL los atravesará en la cárcel!”
“Calm bown everyone” I Yell “ There has to be some way out, just look!”
We search for what feels like days in the small space, but according to the clock on the computers its only been afew hours. Somthing just doesnt fit, something I cant put my finger on.
The door slowly begins to open revealing the annoyingly happy-looking Mr. Grey.
I had a feeling you would see the opening, and take it!” He grins even larger, “ Good thing too, I have a job for you all!”
“What?”
“No worries you don't have a choice in the matter, You're being sent to a Boarding school uptown, And you all will be working for me.” he smiles nonchalantly like he is saying the sky is blue.
“But why?” Nova looks around her face mixed with confusion and strangely; acceptance.
“ Our seamingly sweet little Town of Sugar Hill isn't as happy-go-lucky as it seems, and I’m taking your help to get it under control. You start tomorrow. Go home, Get some sleep and be here at 8 am; Sharp.”
“Um, what do you mean,” I ask while the others get themselves together.
“I will explain everything tomorrow at 8 am like I said before young lady, until then the less you know the better and safer off you will be” His sickly grin stays strong on his face. I've never been concerned by Mr. Grey but now, I might have to rethink that.
We begin to head out of the small computer room when I realize something, Mr.Grey is supposed to be out of town with his family and while we were in the computer room Samantha posted a Photo with her family. So who is this, standing in front of us, he has the same grey eyes as Mr. Grey and the same black hair, but there is something different about him, he seems a little shorter than Mr. Grey and his hair is far too long to match Mr. Greys Crew Cut.
“Who are you?” I ask Looking at him once more the differences pop out more and more.
“Ah, smart young lady,” his creepy grin stretching across his face “ I'm William, the Mr. Grey you know is Fred, We are twins.”
“So your both Mr. Grey?” Alex asks
“No, He is Mr.Grey you will call me by my first name, William.”
“So we call you Big W?” Lucas Smirks.
“NO, I am William, and that is what you will call me, W-i-l-l-i-a-m, Not Big W, Not Will, Not Willdog, or Wills or willy!” He yells, spelling out his name as to imprint it in our brains.
“Yeah, whatever Willy billy,” I say, unable to contain my sarcastic, and semi-stupid words.
“ No, here's the deal, go home, go to sleep, be here at 8 am tomorrow, and then I will tell you what you will be doing, Is that understood. Yes or No?!?”
After a collection of semi-sarcastic yes’s. We begin to head to our respected homes.
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Courthouse
HumorTess Moore is a average teen, yes I know thats cliche but what isnt average about her is the situations she finds herself in. With her friends by her side she has B&E down to a science. But what life throws lemens at her, they hit her in the head be...
