The Runaway teens

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Book by: Maisie Miller

Genre: Science Fiction

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Book by: Maisie Miller

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Genre: Science Fiction

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Summary

Teenage runaways, with a hidden secret.

Summary

Teenage runaways, with a hidden secret.

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Submitted: June 06, 2011

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CHAPTER 9

“ Hello! “ a sweet voice greeted Levi, Catcher, Emerson and I as we exited the bus with the other students. “ You must be the Walsh kids! Nice to meet you! I’m Miss. Sophya, your guidance consular. “ Miss. Sophya was one of those people who looks really nice on the outside, but is awful on the inside. I know this because I watched as all the other students greeted her, with much dullness, and were extremely subtle about it. “ Hello my name is Catcher,” Catcher said, using his awful charm powers against her. Miss. Sophya’s eyes, turned a shade darker brown then her normal ones, and her smile dropped. “And you will treat my brothers and sister with absolute, and even extreme respect. Understand?” she nodded. “Good.” Her eyes went normal again and her annoying smile returned. “ And this is Levi, Emerson, and Hayden.” “ Nice to meet you! Why your mother must be a very original person, all of your names are so beautiful!” she said sincerely. God, her respecting us may be worse then her normally evil insides. “ Thank you!” Levi said, smirking. Other students swarmed around us, as we waved goodbye to Miss. Sophya, who smiled brightly again at us, and turned to take an innocent skaters, skateboard. We walked to the office, looking around the nice, quiet school. I saw Micah and waved to him smiling, he waved back, and shook his head as he walked down the small corridor, his camera slung around his shoulder instead of his neck. I looked back to Catcher who was talking to the office lady’s. Levi sat in the corner, his legs bouncing anxiously. Emerson stood propped up by a counter, looking at an old yearbook. I smiled at him. His long brown hair covered his eyes, but I could still just barely see the glimmer of green. Levi coughed, switching my attention to him. He looked at his hands sitting politely on his lap, biting a smiled back. “ Jerk.” I said under my breath. I know Emerson heard it, because I heard a small laugh escape his very careful lips. Catcher quickly glanced back at us, but continued talking to the office lady.


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