NEW STORY! Okay,

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NEW STORY! Okay,

NEW STORY! Okay, I havn't been on CB in a while, but I thougt I might as well try and make a story with a few people. I have no idea what it's about or any of the characters, plot, setting, exc. So I really need some help. Would someone please write this story with me?!

Spamy says oi ow- Oh no Spamy! Are you hurt?!

~~~ NAME signing off ~~~

submitted by NAME
(March 7, 2011 - 5:37 pm)

Oh my gosh!! No one has posted since my last post! Oh dear!! This is bad!! TOP! Princess P! POst anything to save this thread!!

submitted by Elizabeth M, age 11, Germany
(April 26, 2011 - 4:12 pm)

Okay, ummm...I'm going to try to do this. Tell me if I wrote something wrong, okay?

//Emma//

We ducked through the door.

"Okay, what are we going to do here?" I asked.

"Ummm..." said Jess.

"Quick! I hear footsteps!" Annie whispered. We all ducked into a closet full of mops, and smelled strongly of cleaning supplies.

"Just in time," I thought, for someone opened the employees door and walked in. I crossed my fingers and hoped that they wouldn't open the door. But...they did. We all closed our eyes, except for Jess.

"Brandon!" she exclaimed. The rest of us quickly opened our eyes again, and were shocked to see Brandon there. "You work for the NAO?" Jess asked.

"No! No, I don't!" Brandon waved his hands and shook his head.

"Then what explains your existence here?" Anne asked.

"Exactly what I'm trying to figure out about you guys," Brandon replied. Then his eyes widened in fear as he heard footsteps coming down the hall. "Quick, back into the closet!" he said. We all backed up and Brandon shut the door behind us. "Put these on," he said, holding up some scrubs that matched his.

"We can't put those on!" I exclaimed.

"Why not?" asked Jess. "It's our only chance!" She slipped her arms into the shirt and stepped into the pants.

"Okay, then..." Anne said. We all put on the scrubs and picked up a mop or a bucket. Then Brandon spoke.

"I can't stand it anymore. Will you girls please tell me what you are doing here in this building?" he asked.

"Brandon," Katie said. "Before we do that, you need to why YOU are here first."

"Yeah, Brandon," Jess challenged him. "Why ARE you here? I thought you could be trusted!"

"Okay, okay," Brandon surrended. "I'll tell you. But not here. It's too dangerous."

submitted by Princess P./Emma
(April 28, 2011 - 4:04 pm)

That was great! There was no reason to be nervous! You're a good writer! :)

submitted by Elizabeth M, age 11, Germany
(April 29, 2011 - 1:37 am)

That was pretty good, but who is Brandon? I don't remember him from any of the other posts. I will post as soon as I can.

submitted by Elizabeth D., age 14, Texas
(April 28, 2011 - 11:01 pm)

I think he's  the little boy who wanted to be a ninja or something earlier...

submitted by Elizabeth M, age 11, Germany: 24 Day
(April 30, 2011 - 1:16 am)

Oops, sorry. I meant Bill. I wasn't sure who else to put as a suspect...

submitted by Princess P.
(April 30, 2011 - 8:06 pm)

That's fine!

submitted by Elizabeth M, age 11, Germany: 23 Day
(May 1, 2011 - 2:48 am)

Does anyone else want to post what happens next?

submitted by Princess P.
(May 2, 2011 - 11:54 am)

Annie—

 

I looked at Bill in distrust, but then I decided to follow. What could happen?

Bill led us down to the door with the large plaque.

“In here!” he told us.

We followed him carefully and then he turned around. “Have fun girls!” Before I knew what was happening, the back of my neck by a gruff hand wrenched me. I looked at my friends and NAO guys were also holding them.

Bill laughed stupidly and I felt disgusted and betrayed. Who could we trust now?

The men led us down a hall and into room surrounded by weird metal walls. This looked like the room from the criminal shows I watched.

We were all set into chairs and I noticed the people watching us from outside.

A man came in. He had a rough beard and olive skin.

“Why are you here?” he asked gruffly.

“Why are you holding us prisoners?” Jess retorted.

“Answer my question.”

“You haven’t answered mine.”

The man looked at Jess, annoyed.

“There are armed men here and they will come in and kill you right away if you don’t answer NOW!”

Before Jess could say something, I said:

“We’re here because our boss sent us to keep an eye on what you were doing.”

The man stared at me: “Your boss?”

“Yes. Um… Mr. Norris. He works for the Pentagon.”

 Serious improvising, “You little girls come from the Pentagon?”

“We look younger than you think,” Emma told the man.

“How old are you?”

“21,” Katie quickly replied.

The man looked at each of us and then seemed to believe the big lie.

“So, the Pentagon knows of the NAO.”

“Yes, sir! We’re here to investigate and if you don’t cooperate we’ll call our boss,”Jess said, taking out her phone. The man looked at his collegues, worried.

“You’ve got three seconds.” Jess opened her phone and I noticed her swiftly going through the numbers on her phone.

(Forgot her brother’s name!) was where she stopped. What would Jess say to him?

“Your time is up.” She hit the call button and put the phone to her ear.

“Boss! This is Jess. We’re in the NAO. Yes, we’re there. You sent us on the mission!” she told him.

The man looked at her in disbelief and I hoped that the lie was working because I was almost dead with fear of what would happen if he didn’t.

submitted by Elizabeth M, age 11, Germany: 21 Day
(May 3, 2011 - 11:04 am)

I am extra super sorry for not posting in forever. It just got kind of hard when three people left.

//Katie//

I was fingering my knife while Jess talked to someone that was supposedly our boss.  I watched the man: he was sweating and looked extremely nervous. I got up and walked around. The man didn't seem to notice. I guessed he was just to busy looking franticly at Jess. I walked behind him and silently drew my knife. 

I walked a little closer and put my knife to his throat. He stiffened. I said, "If any of you out there attack us he dies." I pressed my knife harder against his throat. I caught my friends' eyes and they got up, Jess still talking on her phone. She hung up. I assumed that she had someone coming to help us. When one of them was close enough, I said quietly, "Take him, would you?" It was Rose. She took out her knife and put it at the man's throat. I took mine away and sheathed it. I took my bow from my shoulder, drew an arrow, and notched it. I walked over to the door with the others following.

Sorry if that didn't go with what you were thinking. Please keep this thread alive.

submitted by Lizzy, age 14, Texas
(May 13, 2011 - 11:01 pm)

TOP!TOP!TOP!TOP!TOP!TOP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

submitted by Top
(May 16, 2011 - 4:07 pm)

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submitted by top
(May 16, 2011 - 5:02 pm)

Please post!!!!!!

 

submitted by Lizzy, age 14, Texas
(May 22, 2011 - 5:36 pm)