A MINI STORY PART 2!!

“WHAT DID CASEY SAY?!?!?" Marrisa asked.

"Oh nothing, just about Heather being in trouble again.......I don't remember." I said.

"Oh okay." she said, obviously disappointed. "Well, my mom's at home today taking care of Mikey, you guys wanna go to the mall?"

"Sure!" Me and Holly said.

"Oh I can't I have to go somewhere with my dad." said Dot.

"Awwww okay...." said Marrisa. So Dot headed off one way with her bike while Holly, Marrisa, and I went the other.

So for a while the 3 of us just enjoyed ourselves, just laughing, having ice cream and having a good time. Then who were to come to spoil our day? Yes, the only one, queen of evil, the spoiler of fun, the party pooper, THE......Heather.

"Hey Loosers." she said. Of course she was with her little wannabe sidekicks, Monet & Tenille.

"What do you want, Heather?" I hissed.

"Oh nothing.....” she said. “I just wanted to know if that foolish brother of mine told you yet.” Now I was getting suspicious.

“Tell me what?!” I said.

“So I guess he didn’t…” she said.

“DIDN’T WHAT?!?!?” I said, almost yelling.

“Oh nevermind, I guess I’ll just leave it to him to say it.”

Then Monet, Tenille, and Heather started laughing hysterically and left.

"What was that all about?” asked Marrisa & Holly.

“Oh nothing important.” I said, trying to smile. I looked at my softball watch. 4:01. It said. “Oh yeah,, I just remembered Grams wants me home right now. It’s something important. Sorry I have to leave so quick.”

“Well, okay Sammy, if you HAVE to do it.” Holly said.

“Thanks guys. Let’s meet up tomorrow. Bye!” I gave them both a hug and rushed out of the mall.

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I headed to the Senior Highrise, where I was illegally living. After pounding up the fire escape stairs, as I usually do, I went to our apartment.

“Hey Grams!” I said, grabbing an apple from the table.

“Oh, hello, Samantha! I was worried you weren’t coming back!” said Grams.

“Oh yeah, about that, I have to go right now to the softball diamond, to meet up with a friend.” I said.

“Marrisa? Okay Samantha, you do that. Just be home before dinner!” Grams said. “And DON’T get into trouble!”

"Ha-ha, very funny!” I said. Then I grabbed my backpack, where my softball stuff was, (just in case maybe me and Casey would play a little softball), and rushed off out the door.

I looked at my watch. 4:23, it said. As I was getting closer to the softball diamond, I could make out Casey’s figure, just sitting on the bench. That’s weird. I thought. He’d usually be playing or walking around or something. Must be something serious.