The Collaboration Files

The Limo Ride And What Happened After

Okay. Done! FINALLY!

Jenevieve, Lizzy, and I are friends. A trio of awesome.

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Thank god I had called a Limo, because at least the chauffeur was oblivious to anything going on under his nose. Crawling to the front I tapped the small Plexiglas window near his ear, and he opened it.

“Glass Nickel Pizza Co., please,” I told him. He nodded and sped off.

“Now,” I said, turning to our captors. ”What do you want? It’s obviously important, because you won’t leave us alone. We traveled to London to try and escape your clutches, and your cohorts were around every corner. Then you captured our families, bugged our cellular devices, hacked my Toshiba, and destroyed the rest. I’m sure there’s a reason, so I’ll ask again. WHAT DO YOU WANT?”

“There is no ‘Want’. There is only what is necessary. But if I were to want anything, it would be for you to trust me. I want trust.”

Lizzy gritted her teeth. “You were holding our families hostage! Why should we trust you!?”

Artemis laughed a bit weakly. “What you thought to be people was Sims. Simulations that look like people.”

“You led us to believe you captured our families, and then you want us to trust you? Hypocrite!” Lizzy was raging up a storm. I quickly intervened.

“Who was the woman? In the Library? She was small, like a teenager, but her facial features were that of an adult. Was she working for you too?”

“Not working for me. She was there on her own agenda,” Artemis stared out the window.

“Okay, okay. I believe you (Even though you haven’t been very trustworthy), but who was she?”

Now Butler spoke up. “She was a Faerie. Like you two.”

I looked over at Lizzy, and was surprised to see she was looking right back at me. I turned back to face our captors once again. I still wasn’t sure what Artemis was saying was true, but I knew that if what he was saying was true, and Liz and I were Faeries, then we should trust Artemis. He pretended to kidnap our families, kidnapped us, and did all these things to send us back together.

“Alright,” I grinned, and looked back over at Lizzy. “I’ll trust you. I don’t know if Lizzy will, but I guess that I really have no choice.”

I tapped the Plexiglas window to the chauffeur. He opened it again, and looked at me. “Yes?”

“Please take us to…” I whispered my address into his ear. “Okay?”

He nodded, and spun on the wheel.

I turned back to the people in the limo.

It took five minutes to get there, and no talking had gone down at all. Finally, we pulled up to my house. The minute we stopped, I got out of the limo and ran up to the door. Unlocked, it swung open to my touch, and when I peeked through the door, three pairs of eyes looked back at me.

“MOM! DAD! JENEVIEVE!”

I hugged my family, and turned to go to Liz, when Artemis and Butler (And Lizzy) appeared at the door. The first thing my father did was walk up to Butler and sock him in the face. He turned to Artemis, about to do the same (Or give him a stern talking to), when I involuntarily yelled, “NO!”

My father turned to me, looking pissed, and yelled at me to tell him where I was going, when I was supposed to be back, and if he thought I was ever kidnapped again, he would kill whoever kidnapped me, and like hell I ever went to London. I yelled right back, until our screams were intelligible, and Jenevieve (My sister) covered her ears. Finally, My mom stepped in.

“We’re very glad you’re home, and some people,” She looked pointedly at my Dad. “Are overreacting. So were you really in London?”

“Yup.”

“Who’s this? Your boyfriend?” My father glared at Artemis.

I could hear Liz chuckling again. My blood slightly rushed to my cheeks, and I tried to scowl at my father, but a nervous smile snuck through the anger. It looked like an ugly grimace. This was all my Dad needed. He laughed like he was five, and that was the incriminating evidence he needed to tell on me.

Son of a buisness-man.

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Sorry it's so short. I was working on my website, and totally forgot about the fake deadline I had given to this story. So I plead for forgivness.