Crime: Dectetive Story
Chapter 6: Two Missing People Makes A Certain Someone Happy
Simone Rivers wore her blue strapless dress which made her look taller. She was already tall but she needed that extra height. She had her long blonde hair curled and wore the black wedges she recently bought. The whole outfits was around a seven hundred dollars but she wouldn't mention that to her cheap dad. She looked dazzling অথবা at least that is what all the boys thought when they whistled when she walked by. She took pleasure on having their attention. Nothing could stop her now. She felt powerful and delighted. Maybe a little anxious about Marco but he was a grown man, he is okay. He could take care of himself. All that mattered right now was to walk inside that church looking amazing. So what if Faye was upset, she'll get over it. Faye should stop worrying about her missing gun.
Simone sat in the very front of the church. It had to be the best view of the new and young pastor. Paster Carter was unbelievably hot. His stunning blue eyes and wavy dirty blonde hair that always fell in the right place. His chiseled features were only complements of his silky white skin. Could it be impossible for one man to look so much like a god? He may be 23 but she was 16 which means they were only 7 years apart. They could make it work. It wasn't like it was illegal, was it? Besides her father was আরো wrapped up in his work then to see her drooling over the new pastor. She would corner him after church and see if he would talk about whatever they talk about in church. Someday she will have him. He will be hers.
Immediately after church, she did what she promised she would do. She caught up to him right before he went inside his truck. "Um, Pastor Carter," Simone began. The ugly green color of the truck and the rust almost made her feel discourage but still continued.
"Please, call me Shawn," He smiled. The rumor was true, his teeth were extremely shiny. They could blind anyone within a mile.
She giggles, "Okay Shawn. Do আপনি think we could have some coffee. I need help on this প্রতিবেদন for school. They gave us a winter assignment. The topic is, My পছন্দ Person and I chosen God." That was a major lie. Simone wasn't religious like that. She barely attended church.
"I'm so joyful to see that আপনি are interested in the workings of god. I'd be honored to guide আপনি towards the lord." He pulled out his iPhone and began typing. "Lets meet at McDonalds say 1pm?" She nodded and he finished typing. They ব্যক্ত their goodbyes and he drove off.
She was twirling on her heels. Right in that moment, she wasn't caring about how she looked অথবা if her heels would be ruined. She cared about the wonderful things her and Shawn would do together once they started dating. She wasn't thinking about the stress her বন্ধু were going through.
The পরবর্তি thing she new was that a brown sack was being placed over her body. She was brutally thrown inside a অগ্রদূত while some guys were talking.
"Hey boss, are আপনি sure this Martinez guy was right?" asked a rough voice.
"If he wasn't, he's dead!" answered an even rougher, deeper voice. Simone held her breathe as they began the rocky journey on the road.
Chapter 6: Two Missing People Makes A Certain Someone Happy
Simone Rivers wore her blue strapless dress which made her look taller. She was already tall but she needed that extra height. She had her long blonde hair curled and wore the black wedges she recently bought. The whole outfits was around a seven hundred dollars but she wouldn't mention that to her cheap dad. She looked dazzling অথবা at least that is what all the boys thought when they whistled when she walked by. She took pleasure on having their attention. Nothing could stop her now. She felt powerful and delighted. Maybe a little anxious about Marco but he was a grown man, he is okay. He could take care of himself. All that mattered right now was to walk inside that church looking amazing. So what if Faye was upset, she'll get over it. Faye should stop worrying about her missing gun.
Simone sat in the very front of the church. It had to be the best view of the new and young pastor. Paster Carter was unbelievably hot. His stunning blue eyes and wavy dirty blonde hair that always fell in the right place. His chiseled features were only complements of his silky white skin. Could it be impossible for one man to look so much like a god? He may be 23 but she was 16 which means they were only 7 years apart. They could make it work. It wasn't like it was illegal, was it? Besides her father was আরো wrapped up in his work then to see her drooling over the new pastor. She would corner him after church and see if he would talk about whatever they talk about in church. Someday she will have him. He will be hers.
Immediately after church, she did what she promised she would do. She caught up to him right before he went inside his truck. "Um, Pastor Carter," Simone began. The ugly green color of the truck and the rust almost made her feel discourage but still continued.
"Please, call me Shawn," He smiled. The rumor was true, his teeth were extremely shiny. They could blind anyone within a mile.
She giggles, "Okay Shawn. Do আপনি think we could have some coffee. I need help on this প্রতিবেদন for school. They gave us a winter assignment. The topic is, My পছন্দ Person and I chosen God." That was a major lie. Simone wasn't religious like that. She barely attended church.
"I'm so joyful to see that আপনি are interested in the workings of god. I'd be honored to guide আপনি towards the lord." He pulled out his iPhone and began typing. "Lets meet at McDonalds say 1pm?" She nodded and he finished typing. They ব্যক্ত their goodbyes and he drove off.
She was twirling on her heels. Right in that moment, she wasn't caring about how she looked অথবা if her heels would be ruined. She cared about the wonderful things her and Shawn would do together once they started dating. She wasn't thinking about the stress her বন্ধু were going through.
The পরবর্তি thing she new was that a brown sack was being placed over her body. She was brutally thrown inside a অগ্রদূত while some guys were talking.
"Hey boss, are আপনি sure this Martinez guy was right?" asked a rough voice.
"If he wasn't, he's dead!" answered an even rougher, deeper voice. Simone held her breathe as they began the rocky journey on the road.
I've been written
The painful truth,
Just two days ago,
When I was...betrayed.
He walked away from me
He threw me down in the sand
Like I was some little doll
Of little importance.
It was a scary thought
To think,
Of all those years...
When he took me in
Now he threw me down and that's that
I'm not a paper doll
So I will not be thrown down again
Cuz I am not a puppet
No one will control me with strings
I am invincible
I am an individual
No one shall make me suffer
Though I must cry sometimes....
Don't দোল me দ্বারা my head
Don't make me lose my mind
I don't want to destroy you
But I will, if আপনি destroy me.
The painful truth,
Just two days ago,
When I was...betrayed.
He walked away from me
He threw me down in the sand
Like I was some little doll
Of little importance.
It was a scary thought
To think,
Of all those years...
When he took me in
Now he threw me down and that's that
I'm not a paper doll
So I will not be thrown down again
Cuz I am not a puppet
No one will control me with strings
I am invincible
I am an individual
No one shall make me suffer
Though I must cry sometimes....
Don't দোল me দ্বারা my head
Don't make me lose my mind
I don't want to destroy you
But I will, if আপনি destroy me.
No matter how much আপনি wish for আরো it happens like the ঘন্টা glass time runs out and you'll lung for more.
With that time your ideas that others may know them as sweet they run out and leave people wanting more.
We song writers, novelists, story writers and poets will all leave our adience want so much more. The reason? It's because of our massive creatively, our unique style and tenchquie it's what drives us to a certain point as of where we'll keep our audience entertained. While inventors may lose their touch after contrast copies from the same old ideas being modefiyed we have our minds being put to the test দ্বারা our viewers. After all they matter most their who we write for right?
With that time your ideas that others may know them as sweet they run out and leave people wanting more.
We song writers, novelists, story writers and poets will all leave our adience want so much more. The reason? It's because of our massive creatively, our unique style and tenchquie it's what drives us to a certain point as of where we'll keep our audience entertained. While inventors may lose their touch after contrast copies from the same old ideas being modefiyed we have our minds being put to the test দ্বারা our viewers. After all they matter most their who we write for right?
(Verse 1)
I am in প্রণয় with the guy whois sweet
till we meet It isn't possible
(Verse 1)
(Chorus)
We need to meet before we go under cover for each other We need to meet before we go undercover for each other
(Verse 2)
We haven't met yet
Still single hearted
thinkin' 'bout each other
Everyday
(Verse 2)
(Bridge)
Now & then everyday we need to meet each other goin' separate paths and ways to meet each other and go undercover
(Pre-Chorus)
We are going separate paths and ways sometime we need to meet in the middle and go undercover Now,
(Chorus)
We need to meet before we go under cover for each other We need to meet before we go undercover for each other
(Chorus)
We need to meet before we go undercover
I am in প্রণয় with the guy whois sweet
till we meet It isn't possible
(Verse 1)
(Chorus)
We need to meet before we go under cover for each other We need to meet before we go undercover for each other
(Verse 2)
We haven't met yet
Still single hearted
thinkin' 'bout each other
Everyday
(Verse 2)
(Bridge)
Now & then everyday we need to meet each other goin' separate paths and ways to meet each other and go undercover
(Pre-Chorus)
We are going separate paths and ways sometime we need to meet in the middle and go undercover Now,
(Chorus)
We need to meet before we go under cover for each other We need to meet before we go undercover for each other
(Chorus)
We need to meet before we go undercover
Hi. My name is Jake Gartner, and right now, basically a huge mutant serpent is coming to গেলা me whole, tear me to pieces of flesh, so I have no time to talk right now. Oh, um...you want to follow me? Sure, just accept that everyday will be the best of the thrills. Right now, we are not getting any help from the immortal world, so just know that we have a horrible system of magic right now, and we have an extremely low supply of weapons, thus, the chance that আপনি will get out of this mess is around eighty-six percent. (because of me, the master of war) Oh yeah, the serpent. Enough talk. (ROARS) Off to kill a mutant serpent!!! (stabs, deflects, cuts a gash in its head, dies) That's only our first one, trainee. Whatever your name is. পরবর্তি time, I invite আপনি to যোগদান with us on our battle. And it will be even আরো life-consuming, if আপনি know what that means.