Chapter Summary:
A certain group three of American friends create a cult. Hilda goes on a date. Also, Christine goes back to neutral territory secretly with Blake.
Christine's P.O.V
Today, it is finally Saturday. That means no training, no patrol and no worrying about being attacked. Because on weekends, it is cease fire.
I walk downstairs to go find Alli and Blake in the kitchen. Alli was sitting on a counter and Blake stood in front of the toaster. "Hey Christine. Want a Pop-Tart?" Blake asked, I said yes and the Pop-tarts already cooking popped up.
When my Pop-tarts were done, (There are two in each rapper). I sat down with my three friends and starting eating my meal. "You zree do know how unheazy zose zings are." Hilda said and Blake was all like; "Who the hell cares?" And Hilda. "Anything happen while I was gone" I asked after taking a sip of milk.
"We had two battles over the week. They were payload, capture points and another payload race. We won the payloads but lost capture points. Bleep was the first blood" Blake said, I was relived to hear no capture the flag.
"Speakingk of battles, here." Hilda said and threw me a fifty dollar bill from the first battle. For every battle we win, get payed. It is very random how much we get payed, but it is a very high. The pay range goes from $100-$600. We have to give up half to pay for things like food and bills. The rest is ours.
"And in ozer news, I've got a date later tonight viz Edvin." Hilda said, I congratulated her. "Wanna go out. I've got a motor cycle and cash, we can go to the mall and get pizza later." Blake said. "Wait, motorcycles only carry two people at one. There are three of us." Alli said as we got up.
"It's got a side car." Blake said and three of us disbanded to get ready. I put my hair in the way I usually wear it, which is in a ponytail that looks like a big curl. (Lifesimmer used it on one of her sim's in her generation's lp. (It is custom content, I like how it looks)
I threw on a pink runner shirt, black track shorts, black knee high socks with two white stripes towards the top and sneakers. Alli was wearing a a top that shows half her stomach, denem shorts, a cowgirl hat and cowgirl boots. Blake is wearing a black t-shirt, a black leather jacket, skinny jeans, combat boots and her aviator sunglasses.
Alli walked out the door and when she was gone, I stopped Blake. "Hey, Blake. What do ya dink da Apple stocks will be at ten tonight?" I asked, Blake smiled.
"So that's where you were last night? I wouldv'e went but didn't wanna get caught by you and Aussie. I'll take you, just bring things to trade. The guys will want something from you." Blake said as she took the motorcycle keys off a hook.
When we got to the garage, I noticed her motor cycle has a huge American Flag hanging off the end of it. She then took it off the end and stuck it on the wall. (Imagine the liberty launcher as a motor cycle. If you do that, you'll see Blake's motorcycle).
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