Not Another Psych Story

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"MADELINE! What did you do with my book?" yelled Isabelle. She gets to worked up about her books. Maddie is the type of girl who writes in the margin of the books. While Izzy dosent even like bending her pages. She thinks its unclean to have books bent, she has OCD about it. Izzy gets very protective of her books.

"Shut up it's not like you haven't read them ALL before!" Maddie was getting furious with Izzy 'this happens a lot' , they overreact about there precious books.

"I'm sorry that I love my BOOKS! Why don't you just shut the fuc- "

"Hey! Girls stop, you know I don't mind the yelling about books but when Izzy starts cursing you know its going to be a crazy night." My dad, Shawn, said with a lurking grin as he interupted us. They both just stood there looking at him. Both girls love there father so much and look up to him, he works for the Santa Barbra police department as a inspector. But before he did much more he was the psychic detective. Shawn would tell his girls all the story's that has happened and how he is a psychic. Like one time Shawn was on a Spanish soapopra to solve a murder and shawn tryed out for American duos. He is considered to be a very good looking guy with light brown hair and big brown eyes. Average height and he gives off a bad boy vibe. He acts like a little kid that's why he and his kids get along so good.

"Sorry daddy" Maddie said on the way she went to give him a hug, while Izzy comes to join the group hug. Then a hand grabs around Maddie's waist and started to tickle her. "NO DAAD!!" She was trying so hard not to laugh. While Izzy was dieing on the ground just from Maddie's laugh 'lets just say she has a crazy kind of laugh.'

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"Hey" I hear Izzy calling me but I don't turn around. I know what she wants and I'm annoyed with her about yesterday,

"W-wait, MADDIE!" Ugh she's running towards me now.

"Go away Izzy" She pushed her long blonde hair out of her face because she was like chocking on it.

"Come on! Dad told me that he wants us to help him with his case." I stopped dead in my track, did I hear that correctly? I whipped my head around to see her piercing green eyes filled with excitment. 

"WHAT! Dad never lets us hel-.." My lips were in an O shaped when it clicked in my head. " He wants us.." . Before I give her time to explain more I rush into my room, and run to my closet, but I ran to fast and bumped into the door knob, then next thing I know I'm on my floor. And all I hear is Izzy dying laughing and she falls to the floor next to me and we're having a laughing orgasm. "Well that just wasted an hour" I yell. I decided to get off the floor and I headed to my closet, this time I watched out for that stupid door knob. I open my closet door and walk into it.

" Okay what should I wear to the station. These jeans' I hold up a pair of light baby blue jeans' with this plain white v-neck shirt and this teal scarf or these jeans' dark blue jeans' with this light gray sweater?" Izzy looks at me then rolls her eyes and walks out of my room without saying one word.

"Thanks Izzy you really helped!" I yelled sarcastically while I walk to my door and slam it, for the effect I love to be a drama queen. "Your Welcome!" I hear a voice yell from down the hall.

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We walked into the police station and I noticed a suspicious 67 black Chevy impala. I pull the police door open and I let Izzy go in first who was wearing her favorite outfit which was, black pants and a black shirt and a black leather jacket with combat boots. "Who dresses like that to a police station, you look likes you just came out of city of bones." She even keeps her stele in her boot so no one sees( If you don't know what a stele is go read city of bones). "Duh that's the point. Says the girl who couldn't decide what to wear so she wears a shirt that exposes EVERYTHING." I see her hand come up to the top of my shirt and pulls it all the way up to my chin. I swat her hand away then she curls her hand into a fist and more then taps me on my shoulder. Next thing I know we we're cat fighting in the middle of the police station.

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