------ Chapter 2, Chess Pieces ------ "Don't you get tired of it? Running around like a dog?" Masie Jilligan, the hardcore tomboy was sitting on her porch smoking a cigarette, talking to her mom who was packing up. Masie, a girl with big blue eyes and a brown bob cut, Monroe mole on her right and red lips. "... It's life, Masie." Her mom, Jessica Earhart, age 45 was packing their belongings. It was a hit an run, this house was abandoned before somebody got hold of the documents and decided to rent it. "..." Speechless, Masie sighed. Life was hell, worse if your school was attacked by robbers or serial killers and you have to support three brothers and a sister and a mom. "... I wish dad were here." "I do too Masie. I do too..." ----- "... That friend of yours. Masie I presume?" "Yes? What about her?" "... I want to know more about her." Chrystalline froze after I asked that question. "... I can't tell you." "... Please." Sighing, Chrystaline shrugged and looked at me. It was awkward, like bringing up the topic if your sister ----- Dead phone. :0
----- When you were dating. "... Fine." ... And that was when I knew, who Masie Jilligan was. ---- Short update. ._.
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