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New Gen., Old ways -Chap. 4-The day went on like any other. Each class time flew by and soon enough it was the end of the day. Lana and Richard parted ways but something was up, Lana knew. She sat in the back of Michael's car and began to chew on her thumbnail again. "Something troubling you Lana?" Michael asked. "It
it was just Richard. He seemed to just be in a hurry to get home. I wonder if everything is ok." She mumbled. "I'm sure its all fine. We need to get back anyways, you've got a few more cases to get through." He stated. Lana nodded and informed him to drive faster.Richard ran home as fast as his legs could carry him. Every time he would stop at a crosswalk, he would zip open his back and make sure the journal was still situated between his homework and that day's newspaper. As soon as he was home, he went up to his room and locked the door as soon as he entered. He grabbed the journal out and threw his back onto the ground. Staring at the book, he got a sense of being watched. He strayed his eye
New Gen., Old Ways -Chap. 3-Lana wasn't ordinary, everyone knew that. If they knew why she was this way, maybe they'd still think her strange
but then again, they could think quite the opposite. She never wanted to take that chance; she wouldn't even if she did want to. It was true, when she told them all that she never knew who her mother was, but Micheal being her father was a flat out lie. Like a father, yes. Blood relation
none whatsoever. But as long as people believed it, it worked fine for her.She wasn't originally from America. When she was fifteen, she was allowed out of the one place she had called home. An orphanage in England known as Wammy's House. Each child there was exceptionally bright, but only one would be allowed to take on such important roles as gaining a letter. Lana grew up there, since she was a baby. She knew no other place she would ever take to. While there, she heard of the children and some adults there speak of a man named L, a super detective. She had heard he died and t
New Gen., Old Ways -Chap. 2-Lana sat in the back of the black car as it sat in the parking lot. She just sat there, chewing on her thumbnail in a nervous fashion. "Lana, are you alright?" Micheal asked from the front seat. She brought her tired eyes up to look at the rear view mirror and lock her eyes with his green ones. "Yes, I'm fine. Just thinking as usual. I have a lot on my plate Micheal. I'll leave now. Pick up, same time as usual." She said as she got out, again sitting in the awkward way as before. She shut the door and began up towards the entrance to her high school. She was wearing regular denim jeans, a white short sleeved shirt and beaten up tennis shoes, if anyone paid attention people would notice she never wore socks with them.This girl, who was a senior at this school, always had something on her plate. She had millions of different things to worry about, but never did. "Lana!" Turning around, she let a smile come to her face as she saw her one and only friend. He waved and she waved back. "Sor
New Gen., Old Ways -Chap. 1-A tap from a pencil to a piece of paper was heard over and over as a girl moved it. Dull, tired looking gray eyes stared at the lead markings on the plain paper. Her shaggy, messy and un brushed raven black hair cascaded down her back to her shoulder blades. The marks then turned into numbers and from the numbers, roman numerals. The plain face then lit with a small smile as she then figured it out. "Micheal, the phone please." She said, holding her hand out. A man, who seemed about thirty or forty in age, came over and set a black cell phone in her hand. On the back side of the device, a strip of tape ran across it and 'China' was written on the back in permanent marker. At the end where a person would speak, was a device attached into the phone by wires.With a quick movements, a number was called with the girl holding the phone in an awkward way between in middle finger and thumb. "*Good evening sir, the serial killer at fault is the man in charge of the Rome and Greek section of th
Mute young -pt 3-The next night, Delilah couldn't find Daniel so she just went out to her greenhouse. She automatically went to her rose and smiled at it. "I'll bring it to daddy." She said to herself. She carefully dug it up and put it in a small vase, going back inside. She hurried up the stairs, holding onto the vase tightly. A smile rested on her face as she almost flew up the stairs to the second level. She ran down the hall and burst open her father's door. "Daddy look what I-!" She stopped as she saw Daniel standing by the bedside, staring down at her dad. "Daniel, what are you doing?" She asked.Daniel didn't hear her as he still stared at Luke. I really thought
this can't be. H-He had the will
He shook his head then felt the vibrations of her footsteps. His head shot up as he stared at her. Delilah could see water gathering in his eyes. "Daniel
what are you doing in here?" She asked softly. Daniel looked down sadly. Delilah
Im very so