Clouds were settling over the night sky, dark heavy ones. Connie didn’t like the looks of them, so she started sprinting towards her house, best she could on these dark streets. It was hard to tell where she was, as all the streets looked similar to her. But she wasn’t given much other choice then to look for her house on her own. She had no way to contact anyone, and money was In her bag. “Was it- this way? Or that one?”
"So, I may have vandalized a celebrity's property..." (O/O Closed)
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The rain came down, hitting on the windows, making Jackson and Amaya jump and cower. They never really liked the sound of the rain hitting the windows, and Emma was sure they never would. Emma laughed and put on a movie; Jackson and Amaya’s idea. Amaya and Jackson calmed down and sat down to watch the movie. Emma was distracted, and instead of watching the movie she was looking st the bag on the table.
The rain was coming in thick sheets. "Uhg! I can't see anything!" She shouted in frustration. A dim light was seen, and she felt her heart leap a bit. "Maybe it's a phone booth!" She exclaimed running over to it, hoping it was. She was right, though it wouldn't do her much good other than the fact it would keep her a little bit dryer. "Do I have any cash on me?" She mumbled searching her pockets for any she may have had.
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Emma sighed, mumbled something, grabbed the bag, and dumped the continents onto the ground. The two things that got her attention was a phone and wallet. For some reason, that amused her. She took a good look at the items on the ground. A packet of gum, a small notebook, couple of spray cans, phone, wallet, ID plus other things.
“What idiot leaves their wallet and phone in a bag that they can leave behind?” Emma said out loud, but quietly.
She gave up trying to find cash, sliding down and sitting on the floor. "Looks like I'm going to be here all night…" She mumbled with a sigh. "Fun…" Connie shut her eyes, leaning back against the door of the phone booth, listening to the sound of the rain falling heavily. 'I gotta get my stuff back- but she probably took it… to the police station…' She huffed one last time before slowly falling asleep.
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The three fell asleep watching the movie, quite a hilarious sight to see. Amaya and Jackson feel asleep with their head in a popcorn bowl, and Emma. . Well, she fell asleep normally.
~Hours Later~
The sun came out, shining very bright, making Jackson stir. He opened an eye and realized his head was in a popcorn bowl. He immediately put his head up and took off any pieces of popcorn that was stuck to him. Amaya, who was already awake, giggled at this.
Connie woke up with a sore back, and groaned. “What in the- oh…” She muttered pushing herself off the ground. It was cramped in the little phone booth. “Lovely, now I’m going to have a crick in my neck all day…” She sighed pushing the door open to the phone booth.
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Jackson stuck his tongue out at Amaya. A loud commercial from the TV suddenly woke up Emma. She yawned, sat up right and rubbed her eyes. “Morning kids.”
“Morning.” Both Jackson and Amaya replied.
A couple of seconds passed before Emma turned off the TV. “Emma, can we go to the mall, or somewhere today?” Jackson asked.
Emma yawned once again and nodded. “Yes, just go change. . and we’ll eat breakfast before we leave.”
Amaya and Jackson nodded and left to change. Emma picked up the bowls of popcorn and put it on the kitchen. She quickly cleaned the living roo, before going into her room to change.
With a sigh, she pushed off towards her friend's house. Knowing she could crash there for the night to come, and not get yelled at too bad. "Hope she doesn't mind company." She chuckled, knowing if it was anyone but her, she would care. So with a quick yawn and stretch she ran off to her house.
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When Amaya and Jackson came out, Emma was already in the kitchen making food for them. Eggs and Pancakes for Amaya, Blueberry Waffles with syrup, fruit and wiped cream for Jackson and eggs with sausage and toasted bread for Emma. When Emma was done with the food, the three of them sat down to eat.
After jogging the morning streets, she came up to her friend’s house. She knocked on the door, unsure of the time. After knocking a few more times, her friend answered the door with a yawn. “Connie? What are you doing here at 8 am?” She asked stretching some. Connie chuckled, and ran a hand through her loose curls. “It’s a long story.”
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Jackson took his spoon and threw some pieces of fruit at Amaya. Amaya stopped eating, put her fork down and growled. She got up, walked to Jackson and lunge at him. The two kids started fighting and it was a bit hard for Emma to separate them. Once Emma did separate them, she frowned and shook her head at them. “Because of this, we’ll not be going anywhere today. You can go sulk in the living room or in the guest rooms.”
Both children groaned, finished their food and went to the living room to sulk.
“Connie!” Laura scolded not believing what she had just said. “I didn’t know! I thought it was just a wall!” She defended staying away from her. “This is why I told you not to!” Laura groaned rubbing her face super frustrated.
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(Just a wall. . All walls are just walls. xD)
Emma grabbed Connie’s wallet and Phone and decided to do a bit of an investigation of who this girl. She opened Connie’s wallet and took out her ID. She inspected the card until she found some information.
“So, her name is Connie Hope. . interesting. .”
(Oh- oof XD)
“Well I’m sorry! Not my fault here though.” She said crossing her arms. Laura gave an astounded look. “Not your fault? It’s entirely your fault!” The two kept yelling at each other for awhile until the simmered down. “Besides it’s too late to do anything now.” Connie said before going quiet.
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She turned on Connie’s phone, but she didn’t get past the lock screen because there was a password on it. She growled and threw a pen that she had in her right hand across the room, hitting Jackson right on the head. “Hey, watch it!”
“Sorry, Jackson.” Emma said sheepishly.
Emma sighed and thought of possible passwords.
Laura frowned, standing up. “Well you need to go shower, and clean up. Leave your clothes outside of the bathroom and I’ll wash them. Borrow something of mine.” She said robotically standing up and walking into the kitchen. Connie followed her directions and headed into the bathroom quietly.
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Every single password Emma could think of was on a sheet of paper in front of her. She tapped the eraser of the pencil lightly on the table and sighed. This indeed was going to prove quite difficult to unlock. She invited the first password, but nothing happened. She sighed and strikethroughed the first password.
Connie folded her damp clothes and tossed them outside of the bathroom door, getting in the shower and turning the warm water on. It felt nice, soothing even, and she enjoyed it running down her back and through her hair.
(Want me to be the siblings?)
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(Hm. . . sure.) Emma was stumped. Never in her life has she been this stumped before. Sure, things proved to be difficult, but she would always find a way to get unstumped. She groaned as she crossed another password off, and took a look at her siblings who were doing absolutely nothing. It. . It was weird to see them so calm.
This. . This is scaring me. Are they even alive?
Amaya looked at Jackson, and Jackson at Amaya. They both sighed and slumped lower in their seats. "This is so unfair." Jackson huffed under his breath, catching Amaya's attention. "Oh be quiet, it's your fault we're stuck here." She moped back. "Nah-uh, it is not." He argued back.
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“Technically, It’s both of your fault. Instead of fighting, Amaya, you could’ve done something more civilized.” Emma rebuked while glaring at both of them. “This would be so much easier if I still had that dust around.” Emma muttered under her breath.
The two both went quiet again, kicking each other and sticking their tongues out too. “Jerk.” Amaya whispered. “Butthead.” Jackson muttered back.
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Emma’s eyes twitched as she heard both of them argue with each other. If both of them were more quiet, she wouldn’t mind, but they were distracting her. She looked up from the phone she was holding and glanced their way. She opened her mouth in disbelief when she saw Jackson and Amaya fighting once again. “ENOUGH! Don’t make me call mom, cause believe me, she will not be happy and I’ll tell her to remove all your privileges for a year!” Emma said threateningly.
The two went dead quiet, not wanting to get into even more trouble. They knew she would, and they knew their mother would not be happy. "Sorry Emma…" Amaya apologized meekly, before slumping lower into the couch. Jackson said nothing, but sunk lower too.
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“Why did I ever agree to bring you two troublemakers to my house?” Emma asked herself. She sighed and put the phone she was holding on the table, and walked to the kitchen in search of cacao powder.
Connie wrapped a black towel around her damp body, and held her hair up with a tan one. She looked at her red face in the mirror and sighed. “It’s so hot…” she groaned splashing her face with cold water from the sink.
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She grabbed the jar of cacao powder and quickly speed walk back to the living room. She grabbed another sheet of paper from her notebook and put the phone on it. She grabbed a bit of cacao powder and blew it on the phone. Then, she used a makeup brush to lightly dab the phone and grabbed pieces of tape to put on the phone. Each piece of tape was on top of a number. Moments later she removed them, and looked at the pieces of tape with fingerprints. She quickly wrote the numbers that the tape had covered a couple of seconds ago. She then entered the password for the phone and in seconds the phone unlocked.
Connie gave up trying to cool down, and walked into the spare bedroom Laura had kept for her or other friends. Laura was older then her, and engaged to Fredrick, or Freddie. Freddie's best friend was Brett, a super sweet kid that totally had the hots for Connie. He had tried dozens of times to ask her out, but was denied each time. Connie did feel bad about it, but she really just didn't have the same feelings towards him.
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“Right, now I have to remember why I needed to unlock her phone.” She tapped her fingers on the table for a couple of moments before stopping. “Eureka! Of course, to check things.”
She sighed and went through her apps. It was a half an hour later when she was finally finished. She turned off the phone and grabbed the ID. She grabbed her computer and quickly put the address that was on the ID into google maps and waited for a couple of seconds until what she needed popped up. “Hm, it’s about ten minutes away. Eh, whatever.” She closed the tab, turned off her computer and stood up.