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Hi, my name is Aira &&
Abs
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 | M&&M: The Stolen Cash Case -07- |
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 4.2 with 5 vote(s)
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| Created: 2008-11-19 21:15:50 |
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Forgive the shortness. Again, not much time to write. Toni, I forbid you to bite me. xp
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-Cha pter 7-
-Suspicions-
“Aira? Are you ok?” Abs crept into Room 33, noticing that the white sheet was up, hiding Aira's shaking body. Abs could hear the gentle sobs Aira was trying sao hard to hold back. She flew to her best friend's side, wrapping an arm tightly around her shoulders. “Aira. It's ok.”
Aira sniffed, leaning on Abs, her eyes reddened and her throat raw from holding back sobs. She wrapped her arm around Abs' neck, hugging her closely. “Not my parents, Abs. Not them.”
Abs shushed her, stroking Aira's black hair softly. “They're not getting involved Aira. I promise.”
It took a few more minutes to calm Aira. Abs released her friend from her tight grip and picked up her bag, checking she possessed the right books, before nodding quickly to herself. She pulled down the white sheet, focused on making it to Digital Art on time. Taking a moment to pause, Abs noticed Aira just standing by the mirror, dabbing at the orange juice on her skirt with a damp cloth, silent, eyes still tearful.
“Aira?”
Aira looked over her shoulder at the impatient Abs, who had her hands on her hips and was scowling unpleasantly. She didn't mean to look so cruel, but they really were going to be late. Aira looked back, admiring the orange stain in her light grey skirt, rubbing the material between her fingers.
Abs cleared her throat. “Aira, come on. We're going to be late. Didn't you hear me?”
Aira turn to face Abs, stepping back into her black pumps, walking past Abs towards Penelope's area of the room. Abs gave Aira a displeasing look, but it was ignored. Aira picked up the stunning hot pink boots, lying beside the grey and blue bed, which looked so dull and boring compared to the boots.
“Aira! Come on!” Abs growled. She wasn't usually like this, tensed up, irritable. But Aira's usual curiosity had decided to ignore Abs' pestering voice. Aira perched at the edge of the bed, admiring the boots – and their price tag. Seventy five pounds. Aira cringed and placed them down again. Abs was bout to snap at her best friend, when Aira met Abs' eyes, stunning her to silence. No longer were they tear-filled, no longer sad.
“You were right Abigail.” Aira said slowly. Abs shivered. Hardly anyone called her that anymore.
“What?”
“I think it was Penelope who did it, who stole. I'm sorry for doubting you.” Aira apologised, looking back down, fiddling with the lace on the boots. Abs had the sudden urge to hug Aira, the sharpness sizzled away into kindness, happiness.
“Oh Aira!” Abs choked out, grabbing her hand. It was strangely cold. “I'm so glad you see.”
“But we need to set a trap. We need evidence of this activity before we point the finger. You've played Cluedo.” Aira stated, apparently imune to that sudden warmth on her skin.
“A trap, yes Aira. I think we need to call in Shelby and Genifer. Agreed?” Abs jumped up, full of enthusiasm, racing to her desk. She pulled out her notepad, flicking to the clients details, yet to be filed. “Here you go: Shelby Crosstalk, 0794 ... ” |
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