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Chapter 21: Angels and Devils

Chapter 21: Angels and Devils

Ever had that feeling where you feel like you must do
something, but always second guess yourself because that
thought is too drastic? For instance, you're considering
stealing your best friend's absolute favorite peep-toe heels
for a very important event that you are to go to. They match
almost every part of your outfit; your earings, necklace,
and your dress. It even Compliments your skin tone.
But she is your best friend, and you'd just feel bad if you
stole something very important from her. But then
again...best friends always steal stuff from each other,
don't they not. Plus, no one said that you were going to keep
it...I think. You are just simply borrowing her favorite shoes
with out asking her. Surely you'll give it back when you're
done...at least I hope you will. I mean, c'mon guys. A girl's
gotta do what a girl's gotta do.
Although, I forgot to mention that your friend absolutely
loves her shoes, and will most definitely kill anyone who
tries to take them away from her. Now ladies and
gentlemen, here comes the part where the little angle and
devil appear on your shoulder. You really need those shoes
for the event that you are going to...but if you take it,
you'll probably feel bad the whole night and your friend will
probably be hurt. Not to mention the fact that she'll
probably hunt you down, kill you in your sleep, and bury you
underneath the rose bush that your neighbor's dog killed
from peeing all over it all the time.
It'll probably be the less retarded version of Pretty Little
Liars: Your Life Edition. I mean, it's not that I've got
anything against the show. I mean, its a pretty dang good
book and TV series if I may say so myself. I just mean that
it'll be your life's version of the show...with out the stalkers,
masquerade balls, and creepy piss-in-your-pants text
messages from an unknown person(s) identified as "A".
Now although my ever-so-drastic thought isn't about
stealing, in my case, my mother's shoes (mother loves her
shoes) I'd like to think that it's pretty dang close. Little
miss Lavender Pip-sqawk, also known as Cassandra, and her
egotistical brat of a daughter: Pizza Stealing Dip-Crap, also
known as Chimera, are up to something. Something bad. And
there is no way, not even the zombie apocalypse, that I'll let
them get away with it.
I knew the photo of my mother, father, and I didn't end
up in the trash can by accident. Oh he-aven no! Someone
put it there. And I will, dare I say it, bet my bottom
dollars, god it sounds so weird when you say it out loud,
that it was Cassandra who put it there.
Now about that whole drastic thought/ second guessing thing,
the problem I'm having is this: I know that Cassandra
wasn't in my mother's office just to toss our family picture
in the trash. Nope! That wouldn't make any sense. There
must've been some sort of bigger reason, an evil scheme if
you know what I mean, that urged Cassandra to secretly get
into my mother's office.
Now I finally put together the pieces yesterday. My mother
came home from the board meeting in distress...if that's
what you could even call it. She was freaking ballistic, I'll
tell you that. And you wanna know why? Well, Lunar
Industries is adding another building for the company. My
mother was told to make a blue print for the new building-
showing it's arrangements and what not.
My mother waltzed into her office, opened up her safe, and
found her blue-print, as well as many other very important
information on the company, gone. Yes, the blueprint
missing pissed off the rest of the board members and other
companies we were trying to work with, but that wasn't what
upset my mother the most. Ladies and gentlemen, this is
where the cheese hits the chili on you fat little hot-dog.
The folder with all classified information, our profit, our
future plans, the information on all of our buildings, and
worst of all, all the money stored in the bank account of
not only Lunar Industries, but our personal bank account as
well. If you don't get what-the-even-heck is so bad about
this, let me help you. Whoever took it, ahem-Cassandra,
knows all the information on where our money is stored, how
to get it, and much more.
Cassandra could claim all of our money as hers if she wants
to. She has all of the paperwork to do it. Not only would we
be bankrupt and have troubling financial problems. So would
Lunar Industries. I don't know what Cassandra is going to
do with all of that, but I'm pretty sure that it has do with
her crappy little company: C-Corporations. After all, her
company is bankrupt. Plus, I've also got a little hunch that
my father is in on her plan too.
I mean, how else was Cassandra supposed to know my
mother's passwords and lock combination? Stinkin bastard.
I was planning on sneaking out of the house later tonight
and get into Lunar Industries, break into Cassandra's
office, and hopefully find all of the missing information
there. Cassandra was smart enough to change all the
passwords to her desks and safe, but little-miss-Caca-
Snitty was stupid enough to forget that my mother has extra
keys for all offices, drawers, and locks. Her's included.
As for the second guessing part: Well...I could get caught.
Then again, it wouldn't matter if I did in fact find
everything that was missing in her office, right? She'd be
arrested and all would be forgiven! But...I would need help
getting into the building. I would need a partner. And I
knew exactly who to call.