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MJ stood at the front of the bank. She was supposed to robb it, but she didn't want to. She was not a robber, but her dad made her steal money from banks and stores. If she didn't give him the money by dawn he would punish her. He would beat until she curled up in a ball, wishing it would stopp. She couldn't call for help either. Her dad wouldn't let her. He was always watching her. Even though her dad owned a huge house and was rich she could never hide or get away.
Recoulnatly she took her dagger out of her belt and threw it at a camera that was right in front of a door. The dagger struck, and if any was watching the screen became blank. She had been trained since she was a baby in crime and robbery. She rembermed how harsh and mean her dad had been when training. If she lost or failed she would end up my bruises and cuts all over her body from her dad.
She shruddered. Mj opened the door of the bank. Her dad wanted her to steal 20,000 dollars. She could do it, but she didn't want to it. The guilt would last for weeks. She quickly struck all the cameras with her dagger.
Soon she arrived at a the door of a S.James bank money. He was a rich man everyone knew at her school and around the town. He would surely have 20,000 dollars behind this door. She took a bomb from her belt and walked 40 feet away from the door.
She threw the bomb hasting a minute before she released it. The bomb exploded, and peices of metal threw everywhere, but none of them touched Mj.
Slowly she collected 20,000 dollars guilt bubbling inside her. Finally she collacted enough. She almost threw it back into the bank room, but then she thought about what her dad would do to her.
She exicted tears dripping down her cheeks. Someone would be mad in the morning.
"Sorry S.James" She said softly as she open the car door of her carr and hopped in. She drove away, guilt filling her up like water filling a room.
submitted by MJ'S FRIEND, age 11, Californa
(August 6, 2017 - 6:21 pm)
(August 6, 2017 - 6:21 pm)
By the way anyone can create a story or something on here. Like you could post what your doing as your character and your character could meet up with mine or someone elses on this RP theard.
(August 6, 2017 - 9:52 pm)
(August 6, 2017 - 9:53 pm)
(August 7, 2017 - 8:59 am)
She arrived at her dad's house by dawn. She walked up, money in one hand. Quietly she slipped inside the house. She wanted to call the police, get her dad in jail and herself. She deserved jail time, but the court would probably let her go if the day came. She shook her head, miserably.
Her life had always been a disaster. She live a life that felt like torture, and she could never escape. She wished someone would come and save her, set her free, but that was just a dream, a fanasty. She the money beneath the table, and started making breakfast. Her dad was still asleep and snoring quietly. She hated him.
She wondered what happened to her mother. Her kind loving mom. At least she had always thought her mother wasn't a crimnal or an abuser unlike her dad. She couldn't of been if she left or if her dad had done something to her. She shook her head to clear it and sat down to eat.
Her oatmeal was warm. Possiby the warmest thing in this house. Although the house was giant and fancy. It felt cold, like a prison not a home. In a way it was a fortress.
She finished and grabbed her backpack. It was time to go to school. her dad made her go to school make friends. But she didn't deserve friends who thought she was a sweet little teenager. She lied about her age too, to protect her identity her dad said. Her friends all thought she was 13. She looked thirteen, but she was only 12.
Sighing she exited her fortress. She wanted to tell the teachers about her dad and her trickery, but there was a tracker on her foot. The tracker could hear every word she said, and step she took was being recorded.
Her dad must of been up by now, watching her.
She arrived at school. Her friends hug greeted her. She almost cried. she didn't deserve this not after she had stole 20,000. The hugs made her feel even more guilty. She longed to tell them. She would be free after that. Unburdened with the terrible truth of her real life.
(August 7, 2017 - 2:12 pm)
Again, I say anyone can join the story. No charrie sheets needed. Just tell me your name and age and a little bit about your charri's personality, backround is optional, and your set to join the story.
(August 7, 2017 - 3:43 pm)
MJ sat at the cafeteria with her friends. Today's meal was sandwhiches. One of her friends Ariena had found a nail in her sandwich, and MJ hadn't been able to touch hers. She was starving, but she wasn't going to risk the prospect of a nail in her lunch. The cafertra food was usually pretty bad. She needed to eat though, so she dealt.
Her life with her father had made her tougher, and she probably was going to get tougher inside her fortress, living with her dad the abuser and criminal.
"Do you hear on the news about the robbery at West Bank?" asked Mal, leaning foward, excitedly.
MJ looked away, keeping her smiling poker face on. Guilt filled her. She had been the one to rob West Bank, last night. LAST NIGHT!!!
"Yeah! Someone stole 20,000 in gold! 20,000 and the crimnal wasn't apperand. They didn't even know until someone that worked at the bank or a guard that guarded the bank arrived in the morning!" said Mkanize, her voice rising dramtically when she said 20,00.
Guilt doubled in MJ.
"Did you hear about it MJ?" asked ariana, looking at her strangely.
MJ upered her fake smile and her eyes that she thought didn't show anything. She could Ariana was suspicous. She was very good at reading people. "No i don't watch the news' because it's too much for me to see what i have done she added silently on the news.
"Why" asked mal, surprised.
Because it reminds me of what i'v done. The terrible things i'v done she thought. "The news exxagrates on the bad things that happen on earth"
Mkkanize snorted "Well, if they show us the bad things that happen it encourages people to do things about them"
MJ shrugged "For some people, just not me."
A girl walked past. MJ eyes grew big. She was beautiful. Her eyes were green, her hair carmel. Her skin was soft and her body shape was slender. Mj wanted to get to know her better, but she couldn't even say a simple hi.
The girl sat down at a table with some girls, and suddenly MJ released she had a crush on a girl.
(August 7, 2017 - 5:25 pm)
By the way does anyone want to play the girl MJ likes? Btw if you want to be her you should know she is gay,, but MJ DOSN'T KNOW THAT YET.
(August 7, 2017 - 5:27 pm)
Wow this is really good so far! I like your style of writing.
(August 7, 2017 - 6:51 pm)
Thanks!
(August 7, 2017 - 9:34 pm)
Thanks!
(August 7, 2017 - 9:35 pm)
(August 8, 2017 - 6:38 am)
Okay..so i'm going to be traveling for 4 days so i won't be able to post for four days. Anyone is free to join in the story while i am gone. Sorry.
See you!
(August 7, 2017 - 9:39 pm)
I'm going to be traveling. Sorry. I'll make one more post. I'll be sure to make a post when I get back.
MJ couldn't stop thinking about that girl she had seen. Her friends didn't know about it, and she was happy they didn't. Mal had a crush on someone a few weeks ago, and all they had ever done was tease her. She could take the teasing but, she didn't want to.
Her father was suspicous of her. Her dad made her tell her how her "mission" had gone at dinner. She kept almost being caught in the heist, but she always managed to return the money. That girl was distracting her from her trickery, and she was glad. She wanted to be caught, but what would her father do when she was returned to her father?
She was stuck in the middle of a fight. A fight for the girl's attention she liked or forget about the girl? Both ended up in consquences she wasn't ready to handle or didn't want too. If she chose the girl, she got her father's fury. If she didn't choose the girl....she never got to talk to her crush.
MJ sighed. She was in English class, one of her favorite classes, but she coudn't focus. That girl was beatuiful. She wanted to say hi, but everytime she saw her...she couldn't get her legs to move. The girl didn't even know she existed! MJ wanted her to know she exsited, but she couldn't manage a simple hi. A hi!
"MJ how do you spell kryptonite?" asked the teacher. He had caught her staring into space.
MJ jumped a little, surprised. She snapped back to focous. Darn it. "Kypronit-" How would the girl spell it? Was she watching? "Kyproniti?''
The class laughed. Embarrassment fluttered in her stomach. How had she managed to mess that up? If the girl had been watching she had made more of a fool of herself than she thought possible.
"No MJ. Kryptonite ends with e"
It's all the girl's fault. Too pretty. She sighed. That girl was so.....perfect. That girl......
(August 7, 2017 - 10:02 pm)
So I know I said i wouldn't be able to post today, but I found some free time.
(August 8, 2017 - 2:16 pm)
It was lunch at the cafeteria. MJ sat with her friends who were all laughing at a joke Mal had said. MJ wasn't paying attain to them. She was to busying thinking about the girl. To busy thinking about standing up to her father. She wanted to for the girl. She kept almost getting caught in her heists and that was only because she was thinking about the girl.
Her life had become a fight. A fight to forget about the girl or to talk to her crush. She payed attteion to the girl, stood up to her father, she would receive her father's fury. Forget about the girl...would mean never getting to hang out with the girl. To talk to her crush. She didn't want to face either consequences.
Just then the girl walked past, hair swishing behind her. MJ opened her mouth to invite the girl over to the table, but she closed her mouth. She was too afeard to say anything. Something, she wasn't sure was holding her back.
Her friends noticed this. They guessed what she had been about to say. Her friends always seemed to know what she was thinking or about to say. It was a good thing about them, but sometimes it wasn't.
MJ tried to swat Mal's hand down as it rose up to get the girl's atteion, but she stopped. She wanted this. She wanted the girl to come sit with them, and talk with her. She was also afeard, though. Through all her heists and beatings this girl seemed to be something she couldn't leap over in a single bound. A obstacle. She wanted to talk to her, but she couldn't. This crush was one of the scarest and exciting things she had ever faced.
"Hey you there, come sit with us." called Mal to the girl.
The girl looked at their table, thinking. MJ heart skipped a beat as her gaze landed on her. The girl quickly turned her gaze to Ariana, blushing.
Dose she have a crush on me? wondered MJ, excitedly.
"Sure" answered the girl, looking at MJ, but trying
(August 12, 2017 - 3:13 pm)