The Twelve Year Old Thief

The Twelve Year Old Thief (10)

Ten....ten....ten......TEN!  Tenth chapter woot woot! *happy dance*  So I was thinking since it's the tenth chapter to make it ten pages, but I found out that it's not humanly possible....for me, anyways.  So I decided to do this!:  First person to comment (at least three sentences) on what they think of my story (good or bad opinions) will get this chapter dedicated to them!  Yippee!

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Do you ever get the feeling that someone isn't telling you something?  That's how I felt right now.  This strange doctor-dark blue, almost black eyes; bowl cut light brown hair- was keeping something very important from me-and I wasn't one to sit back and wait for the dramatic moment.

"What's wrong with me, Doc?"

"Let's wait until you are sane," he suggested, much to my irritation. (A/N Does that make sense?  Oh well!)

"I am sane, I really am.  See?  I'm wide awake!"  I clapped twice in front of my face.  Ouch, my head.  Stupid throbbing.  He looked amused.  Too amused.

"I don't think *ahem* that's what I would consider sane.  You aren't loopy, but you are still a little crazy."

"When was I crazy in the first place?  Huh?  HUH?"  More throbbing!  Ugh!

"Doctor, she's always like this," Luke informed him, earning himself a glare from yours truly.  "Her sanity level is just different than a normal person's."

"Is that so?" Doc questioned.  I knew he was just doing it to get a good laugh.

"Very so, Doctor.  In fact, her palm had made contact with my face in a very harsh manner some time ago."

"Okay, I think you two are the insane ones here.  What the heck is up with the formalities?  Seriously?"  I was so confused.  I mean, if they talked in a British accent, they'd sound like they were talking to the Queen of England or something!  Okay, here comes more pain.  I reached my hand up to feel a large bandage over the right of my forehead.

"Now, now, dear Anna.  Calm yourself.  We don't want you getting all flustered," said the doctor.

"I'm not flustered, Doc, I'm annoyed."

"She seems pale, Doctor.  Perhaps she needs a nap over on patch of grass over there."  Lucas gracefully pointed to an area with thicker grass.

"I don't think you two understand just how vicious a girl like me can be when she-YOU TALKED IN A BRITISH ACCENT!"  I had only realized his ridiculous accent after thinking of a come-back.  I need to send these two to England.  They sure do have the formalities for it.  Hugh.

"Of course we did, Love.  Now go on and nap over there," ordered Lucas, still talking like a crazy Britain citizen.

"Whatever," and, for my own amusement, 'bade' them farewell: "Cheerio, Loves."  Yeah, if you want to be British, we'll be British.

They both chuckled and then burst into fits of laughter.  I just rolled my eyes and sat down.  "Does anyone want to tell me why my head is throbbing?"

The doctor sighed and sat down next to me.

"Oh my good golly gosh- I don't have a concussion do I?!?!"  Ahh!  What if I did?  I needed immediate medical care!  And then I might-

"Of course not, Anna."  Then what was it?  At least he wasn't talking British!  "You just got a bad scratch on your head.  The dizziness and blacking out was normal.  You just need rest."

"And why exactly was it so important to to wait to tell me THAT?"  This guy was getting on my last nerves.

"Because Luke paid me to."  What?  I was stunned.  I whipped my head around to Lucas, resulting in some more pain in my head.

"Why did you pay him to wait to tell me that I have a scratch on my head?"

"Because," he stated simply.  I scowled and stood up.  He backed up and continued.  "Because, it's funny watching you be all crazy."  I knew it!  Stupid boys and their inability to find something other than girls that's amusing.  I was quivering with anger.  I balled up my fists and they turned white.  Ghostly white.

"Sorry," he muttered before sitting next to the doctor.

"Good, you should be."  I sat down on the other side of the Doc-who still didn't tell me his name- and actually ended up falling asleep after a while.  But when I closed my eyes, I felt like I was being watched.  I peeked my eyes open.  It's because I was being watched.  "Lucas, keep your eyes to yourself!"

"Sorry!"

"Oh, just shut up."

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I woke up to being poked and prodded.  Stupid pokers and prodders.  I was having a beautiful dream!  It goes something like this:  I was beheading the Doctor.

Yeah, that's it.  But it was fun while it lasted!

"Get up, Anna!  Hurry!"

"What do you want?" I asked groggily.

"Someone is following us!  Come on!"

****(A/N: I should stop right there but I'm going to be kind today!)****

"What?!  Who? Why?  Where are these crazy stalkers?!?!"  What were we to do?  Someone was following us!  Run for your lives!!!

"Anna, please, just calm down," assured Lucas.  "They are far back.  But we need to leave now or else they might catch up."

"How do you know this?  Who are they?  Where are they coming from?"

"My tracking device.  It senses that someone's coming, and it's been like that all night.  They're getting closer as we speak."

"Okay, let's go.  WAIT!  Who's following us?"

"I don't know.  I don't have that many devices!"

We started walking.  We walked all day without speaking.  I could sense we were getting closer to the main part of the park.  I wasn't even sure if behind us was the park, or if it was just some random land.

It was getting darker.  "We should stop," I suggested.

"You're right, let's rest over there."  We went over to two trees.

"Oh my gosh," I exclaimed.  "Where's the doctor?"  What was going on here?  Did he leave?

"He said he needed to get back home for the night.  He left while you were asleep."

"How did he get home?  He should've went with us."

"He had a bike with him," Lucas explained.

"HE HAD A BIKE AND DIDN'T SHARE?!"

"It was a one-seater."

"Why didn't he just drive a car here?  How did you even get him out here?"  I was so confused.  Darn doctor.

"I told him not to because it might draw attention to where we were.  And I know some people.  And they know some people.  And having all the right devices helps- a LOT."  Lucas flicked his hair out of his eyes, looking proud of 'knowing people.'

"Yeah, whatever."

"NOW!"

"What the? - AHH!"

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Longer this time?  Right? Huh, huh?  Yeah!  Mission accomplished!  I feel proud! =P  But I feel bad about brutally cliff hanging you guys! Tell me what you think by commenting below!  Thanks for reading this far!!

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