Courtney wakes up on Duncan’s chest again, but this time they were in his bed. His hands were on her back, and their legs were intertwined. Duncan smirks at her, but his smirk disappears once Courtney lets out a groan. “What’s wrong, Princess?” he asks.
“I think I have the worst hangover ever,” she explains, putting both palms on her forehead and squeezing her eyes shut. “But I’m not quite sure what a hangover feels like, since I’ve never got one before, so it might just be a migraine. But due to the unfortunate turn of events, I’m tempted to believe I actually have a hangover.”
Duncan chuckles, causing Courtney’s body to shake on topo, início him. “Ow,” she says simply. Duncan rolls over, flipping Courtney onto the bed.
“I’ll get you some water,” he offers, pulling on some pants over his boxers. He silently closes the door behind him, leaving Courtney to wallow in her misery. Within a minuto or two, he’s back with a small cup of water and something in his fist. Duncan sits on the edge of the cama and hands Courtney the cup of water. He unfolds his fist, revealing two small laranja pills. Courtney stares at it in trepidation.
“What is that?” she asks.
“A pill. Take it.”
“But… what’ll it do?” Courtney asks, not touching the pills. “Wait a second… are those… drugs?!”
“Pft. Jeez, Princess, why would I do that? Craig invented these things to get rid of hangovers in, like, ten minutes, no matter how much you drink. He’s kindof a genius for this sorta thing,” Duncan explains. Courtney didn’t know who Craig was, or how much of a genius he could be, but she took the pills and swallowed them down. Anything that would stop her horrid hangover.
Duncan took the glass and set it on topo, início of the dresser. “Guess what we’re doing today,” Duncan tells her with a grin.
“What?”
“No, you have to guess.”
Courtney puffed out a breath of air and her bangs flew up. “Fine… Robbing a bank?” she asks.
“Are you, like, psychic or something? Because, yes, we’re robbing a bank,” Duncan says, flopping down on his cama at the same time that Courtney stands up in astonishment. Duncan places his hands behind his head.
“WHAT?!” Courtney screeches, onyx eyes wide. Duncan didn’t bother to try to explain, because she would just interrupt him anyway, so he just laid there. Not to his astonishment, Courtney continued ranting, “You can’t just go robbing banks once you’re short of money! That money that you are stealing are people’s life savings, practically, and what are you even going to spend the money on? cerveja and cars? That is unacceptable! Some families need that money to feed their families or pay for their homes. Once that’s gone, where will they be? I’ll tell you where they’ll be: They’ll be on the street, dirt poor is what. And what will you be doing? Buying liquor and upgrading your escape car!”
She throws her hands in the air with disapprovement and then put her hands on her hips. “Well, Princess, you have a nice debate. However, if I do not find some cash soon, there will be no way to pay our taxes. Capeesh?” Duncan asks, rubbing his thumb and forefingers together to indicate money. “And do you know how Uncle Al got caught? He killed rival gangsters, robbed banks, smuggled liquor, but do you know what, out of all those, actually condemned him? Taxes. He didn’t pay taxes, and that was the only way they finally found him. I’m not about to let that happen to me.”
Courtney rolls her eyes. “Shouldn’t you have a freaking accountant or secretary or financial aid of some sort?” she asks. “That way you wouldn’t have to rob banks whenever you need a tiny bit of extra spending money.”
“Would you like to be our little secretary, then, Princess?” Duncan asks, wiggling his eyebrows.
“Um, no. At least not until I have my own uniform, cubicle, and radio. I like to be professional when I do things, you may assume,” Courtney insists.
“Uniform?” Duncan asks, slowly sitting up and raising an eyebrow.
“Ew, ew, ew!” Courtney grimaces, waving her hands at her sides and shuddering. “Get that nasty idea out of you head. I will not be one of those flapper-slash-prostitute girls who dance around in the shortest dresses available. I will be a prim, proper, and tidy, young secretary.”
“Yeah, yeah, sure, darling.” Duncan disappointedly lays back down on the bed, but his mind doesn’t let go of the thought of Courtney in a thong. He might as well keep letting her imagine she was picturing her in a short saia instead of what he was really thinking, otherwise he may lose his “manly” parts.
There’s a knock on the door and the door swings open to reveal Damien. “Dude, we gotta leave now,” Damien announces, “Apparently the government got word that The Almighty Duncan Malone is gonna rob the bank on the northwest side ’a downtown. An armored car is driving from city hall to downtown, and we already have three accomplices trying to slow it down.”
“Awesome. The perfect high-speed chase,” Duncan says, hopping off the bunk and brushing past Damien. Courtney and Damien stare at each other, Duncan’s footsteps filling their ears. Courtney walks past Damien into the hallway and tries to follow Duncan, but Damien grabs her arm.
“You have a different agenda than Duncan, Miss Pembrooke,” Damien tells her, pulling her down the hallway in the opposite direction Duncan went. Courtney doesn’t protest, but just focuses on not tripping in her high heels as they navigate the poking-up floorboards.
Damien opens a huge door to reveal the mother of all closets. Literally, the room was packed. It was even bigger than Courtney’s closet back home. And that was big. She dashes into the room, frantic to finally put on new clothes other than her pale blue dress and the black-skirt-white-shirt ensemble Duncan gave her. But Courtney’s spirit was dampened when she realized all these clothes were for guys.
Damien laughs and opens a closet connected to the larger closet. Courtney gasps, and her enthusiasm was completely renewed. It wasn’t a large closet -- this one was probably a bit smaller than her own closet. But still, it was new clothes! Courtney runs her fingertips along silks, cashmeres, cottons, and tons of other fabrics. Soon they all blended together and all Courtney could think was: New. Clothes.
“Duncan had some guys go and buy you some stuff to wear, since you’ll probably be here a while,” Damien explains. “He wants you to wear shorts and a camisa for the robbery. I’ll be back soon to check on you.”
The door shuts and Courtney immediately starts hunting for shorts. It takes her three minutes, but she finally finds the shorts drawer. Unfortunately, the shorts are barely shorter than Courtney’s underwear. Damien gives a warning knock on the door, and she pulls the jean shorts on. She shuts the drawer and grabs the first camisa she can find: a red-and-white-striped sweater with a scoop-neck. She kicks off her high heels and slips on a pair of bright red ballet flats.
Damien opens the door and says, “Great. You’re ready. Now let’s go.” They walk down the flights of stairs to the foyer. A gusty breeze blew through the front door and Courtney shivered in her shorts, even though she was wearing a sweater. Winter seemed to come early in Chicago.
“The car is a couple blocks away, so I can get it and drive it up to the curb so you don’t have to walk there with me, m’kay?” Damien asks, cocking a black-and-white-striped fedora on his head at 35-degree angle. Courtney smiles and he gets the message, shutting the door behind him. She was starting to like Damien.
Courtney was standing in front of the window-pane, watching the empty rua when a hand brushed her thigh. She flinched and spun around, seeing a drunk gangster behind her. “Hey,” he slurs and takes another sip of whatever was in the brown paper sack. Courtney was confused at his need to hide what he was drinking when they were in a liquor smuggling warehouse, but she waved that thought off.
“Nice legs. What time do they open?” the guy asks, apparently trying a crack at another pick-up line.
Instead of getting upset, however, Courtney just raised an eyebrow and jutted her hip to the side. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Damien drive up in a red racecar. Her hand blindly finds the doorknob. “I’m not sure. You’d have to ask Duncan.”
With a tug on the handle, the door opens. Courtney walks out the door and down the steps. Of course, she was not planning to fuck Duncan. At least those perves will finally be off my back. They’d never flirt with their leader’s alleged girlfriend, Courtney thinks. She opens the car door and slides into the seat.
Damien presses the gas pedal and they zoom off to meet Duncan at the bank they’re planning to rob.
“I think I have the worst hangover ever,” she explains, putting both palms on her forehead and squeezing her eyes shut. “But I’m not quite sure what a hangover feels like, since I’ve never got one before, so it might just be a migraine. But due to the unfortunate turn of events, I’m tempted to believe I actually have a hangover.”
Duncan chuckles, causing Courtney’s body to shake on topo, início him. “Ow,” she says simply. Duncan rolls over, flipping Courtney onto the bed.
“I’ll get you some water,” he offers, pulling on some pants over his boxers. He silently closes the door behind him, leaving Courtney to wallow in her misery. Within a minuto or two, he’s back with a small cup of water and something in his fist. Duncan sits on the edge of the cama and hands Courtney the cup of water. He unfolds his fist, revealing two small laranja pills. Courtney stares at it in trepidation.
“What is that?” she asks.
“A pill. Take it.”
“But… what’ll it do?” Courtney asks, not touching the pills. “Wait a second… are those… drugs?!”
“Pft. Jeez, Princess, why would I do that? Craig invented these things to get rid of hangovers in, like, ten minutes, no matter how much you drink. He’s kindof a genius for this sorta thing,” Duncan explains. Courtney didn’t know who Craig was, or how much of a genius he could be, but she took the pills and swallowed them down. Anything that would stop her horrid hangover.
Duncan took the glass and set it on topo, início of the dresser. “Guess what we’re doing today,” Duncan tells her with a grin.
“What?”
“No, you have to guess.”
Courtney puffed out a breath of air and her bangs flew up. “Fine… Robbing a bank?” she asks.
“Are you, like, psychic or something? Because, yes, we’re robbing a bank,” Duncan says, flopping down on his cama at the same time that Courtney stands up in astonishment. Duncan places his hands behind his head.
“WHAT?!” Courtney screeches, onyx eyes wide. Duncan didn’t bother to try to explain, because she would just interrupt him anyway, so he just laid there. Not to his astonishment, Courtney continued ranting, “You can’t just go robbing banks once you’re short of money! That money that you are stealing are people’s life savings, practically, and what are you even going to spend the money on? cerveja and cars? That is unacceptable! Some families need that money to feed their families or pay for their homes. Once that’s gone, where will they be? I’ll tell you where they’ll be: They’ll be on the street, dirt poor is what. And what will you be doing? Buying liquor and upgrading your escape car!”
She throws her hands in the air with disapprovement and then put her hands on her hips. “Well, Princess, you have a nice debate. However, if I do not find some cash soon, there will be no way to pay our taxes. Capeesh?” Duncan asks, rubbing his thumb and forefingers together to indicate money. “And do you know how Uncle Al got caught? He killed rival gangsters, robbed banks, smuggled liquor, but do you know what, out of all those, actually condemned him? Taxes. He didn’t pay taxes, and that was the only way they finally found him. I’m not about to let that happen to me.”
Courtney rolls her eyes. “Shouldn’t you have a freaking accountant or secretary or financial aid of some sort?” she asks. “That way you wouldn’t have to rob banks whenever you need a tiny bit of extra spending money.”
“Would you like to be our little secretary, then, Princess?” Duncan asks, wiggling his eyebrows.
“Um, no. At least not until I have my own uniform, cubicle, and radio. I like to be professional when I do things, you may assume,” Courtney insists.
“Uniform?” Duncan asks, slowly sitting up and raising an eyebrow.
“Ew, ew, ew!” Courtney grimaces, waving her hands at her sides and shuddering. “Get that nasty idea out of you head. I will not be one of those flapper-slash-prostitute girls who dance around in the shortest dresses available. I will be a prim, proper, and tidy, young secretary.”
“Yeah, yeah, sure, darling.” Duncan disappointedly lays back down on the bed, but his mind doesn’t let go of the thought of Courtney in a thong. He might as well keep letting her imagine she was picturing her in a short saia instead of what he was really thinking, otherwise he may lose his “manly” parts.
There’s a knock on the door and the door swings open to reveal Damien. “Dude, we gotta leave now,” Damien announces, “Apparently the government got word that The Almighty Duncan Malone is gonna rob the bank on the northwest side ’a downtown. An armored car is driving from city hall to downtown, and we already have three accomplices trying to slow it down.”
“Awesome. The perfect high-speed chase,” Duncan says, hopping off the bunk and brushing past Damien. Courtney and Damien stare at each other, Duncan’s footsteps filling their ears. Courtney walks past Damien into the hallway and tries to follow Duncan, but Damien grabs her arm.
“You have a different agenda than Duncan, Miss Pembrooke,” Damien tells her, pulling her down the hallway in the opposite direction Duncan went. Courtney doesn’t protest, but just focuses on not tripping in her high heels as they navigate the poking-up floorboards.
Damien opens a huge door to reveal the mother of all closets. Literally, the room was packed. It was even bigger than Courtney’s closet back home. And that was big. She dashes into the room, frantic to finally put on new clothes other than her pale blue dress and the black-skirt-white-shirt ensemble Duncan gave her. But Courtney’s spirit was dampened when she realized all these clothes were for guys.
Damien laughs and opens a closet connected to the larger closet. Courtney gasps, and her enthusiasm was completely renewed. It wasn’t a large closet -- this one was probably a bit smaller than her own closet. But still, it was new clothes! Courtney runs her fingertips along silks, cashmeres, cottons, and tons of other fabrics. Soon they all blended together and all Courtney could think was: New. Clothes.
“Duncan had some guys go and buy you some stuff to wear, since you’ll probably be here a while,” Damien explains. “He wants you to wear shorts and a camisa for the robbery. I’ll be back soon to check on you.”
The door shuts and Courtney immediately starts hunting for shorts. It takes her three minutes, but she finally finds the shorts drawer. Unfortunately, the shorts are barely shorter than Courtney’s underwear. Damien gives a warning knock on the door, and she pulls the jean shorts on. She shuts the drawer and grabs the first camisa she can find: a red-and-white-striped sweater with a scoop-neck. She kicks off her high heels and slips on a pair of bright red ballet flats.
Damien opens the door and says, “Great. You’re ready. Now let’s go.” They walk down the flights of stairs to the foyer. A gusty breeze blew through the front door and Courtney shivered in her shorts, even though she was wearing a sweater. Winter seemed to come early in Chicago.
“The car is a couple blocks away, so I can get it and drive it up to the curb so you don’t have to walk there with me, m’kay?” Damien asks, cocking a black-and-white-striped fedora on his head at 35-degree angle. Courtney smiles and he gets the message, shutting the door behind him. She was starting to like Damien.
Courtney was standing in front of the window-pane, watching the empty rua when a hand brushed her thigh. She flinched and spun around, seeing a drunk gangster behind her. “Hey,” he slurs and takes another sip of whatever was in the brown paper sack. Courtney was confused at his need to hide what he was drinking when they were in a liquor smuggling warehouse, but she waved that thought off.
“Nice legs. What time do they open?” the guy asks, apparently trying a crack at another pick-up line.
Instead of getting upset, however, Courtney just raised an eyebrow and jutted her hip to the side. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Damien drive up in a red racecar. Her hand blindly finds the doorknob. “I’m not sure. You’d have to ask Duncan.”
With a tug on the handle, the door opens. Courtney walks out the door and down the steps. Of course, she was not planning to fuck Duncan. At least those perves will finally be off my back. They’d never flirt with their leader’s alleged girlfriend, Courtney thinks. She opens the car door and slides into the seat.
Damien presses the gas pedal and they zoom off to meet Duncan at the bank they’re planning to rob.
brookes POV
thats when it happened, i tihnk, one of the best nights of my life,i tihnk.
okay,i was thinking."smooth criminal,bad boy,womazier." thats what he is.excactly.
then,he um,what he do?oh yeah he..
TO BE CONTINUED! lol JK!
he put his face close ot mine.
"ah!"
"what?'
"nothing,that was just freaky,though."
"oh,so what dso you want?'
"um,would you...go....out..with,me?"
then. it was silent.
"um,can i answer tihs questin in action?"
"um,k"
thats when it REALLY happened.
then,quickly,the song came to my head.
womanizer.
"okay,well,do sometihng!" i said.
"come closer" he said.
"um,ok,ay" i siad, nervouse as all hell.
"is this hell or heaven?"i tohught.
then,he looked at me with the devilish smile of his.
"what?" i said sorta chuckling.
theni thought,:do you know how many womanizer tributes theyve made of you? oh no." then,i gulped.
"oh,boy" i said.
TO BE CONTINUED!
thats when it happened, i tihnk, one of the best nights of my life,i tihnk.
okay,i was thinking."smooth criminal,bad boy,womazier." thats what he is.excactly.
then,he um,what he do?oh yeah he..
TO BE CONTINUED! lol JK!
he put his face close ot mine.
"ah!"
"what?'
"nothing,that was just freaky,though."
"oh,so what dso you want?'
"um,would you...go....out..with,me?"
then. it was silent.
"um,can i answer tihs questin in action?"
"um,k"
thats when it REALLY happened.
then,quickly,the song came to my head.
womanizer.
"okay,well,do sometihng!" i said.
"come closer" he said.
"um,ok,ay" i siad, nervouse as all hell.
"is this hell or heaven?"i tohught.
then,he looked at me with the devilish smile of his.
"what?" i said sorta chuckling.
theni thought,:do you know how many womanizer tributes theyve made of you? oh no." then,i gulped.
"oh,boy" i said.
TO BE CONTINUED!
*Gun shot*
*evrybody starts running*
Juno:Yay!!Duncan your running with me!And Leshawna!!And....Fire?
Fire:Your the only person i can tollerate.
Duncan:Go get 'em babe!
Lesahwana:Go girl!
Sumer:Trent!!I HAVE TO TELL YOU SOMETHNG!!
Trent:WHAT?!
Sumer:I amor YOU!!
*Back at finish line*
Ezekiel:So,Miranda,you got a encontro, data to go to Juno's party with?
Miranda:I'll go with you!
Ezekiel:SO i'll see ya there,eh?
Miranda:Yes...
Heather:THAT'S IT!I'm going to run with Juno!She's falling behind!
*In tunnel*
Heather:WTH WAS THAT?!!!I have to make Juno win...
*evrybody starts running*
Juno:Yay!!Duncan your running with me!And Leshawna!!And....Fire?
Fire:Your the only person i can tollerate.
Duncan:Go get 'em babe!
Lesahwana:Go girl!
Sumer:Trent!!I HAVE TO TELL YOU SOMETHNG!!
Trent:WHAT?!
Sumer:I amor YOU!!
*Back at finish line*
Ezekiel:So,Miranda,you got a encontro, data to go to Juno's party with?
Miranda:I'll go with you!
Ezekiel:SO i'll see ya there,eh?
Miranda:Yes...
Heather:THAT'S IT!I'm going to run with Juno!She's falling behind!
*In tunnel*
Heather:WTH WAS THAT?!!!I have to make Juno win...
"What do you mean'this will be easy'?NOT FOR US!"Complianed Izzy."Oh wait i mean this will be HILARIOUS!Nothing makes good Tv without humor.Ok see ya at the stage in 7."
"WHAT?!Oh heck no.I'm not going through this."Said brooke."I can't!I'll die!!"screamed Izzy."Suck it up!"yelled Juno."It's your fault i'm trapped in this chair getting blood shoved into my veins."said Sumer."That was your fault.You messed with me.""It's your fault!""NO!":YES!"NO!...."
*At the stage*
*Andrea and Leshawna walk on the stage*
"Whatsup y'all?Leshawna is back and bootylisious!"
"WHAT?!Oh heck no.I'm not going through this."Said brooke."I can't!I'll die!!"screamed Izzy."Suck it up!"yelled Juno."It's your fault i'm trapped in this chair getting blood shoved into my veins."said Sumer."That was your fault.You messed with me.""It's your fault!""NO!":YES!"NO!...."
*At the stage*
*Andrea and Leshawna walk on the stage*
"Whatsup y'all?Leshawna is back and bootylisious!"
*All contestants sitting around a campfire at night*"I'm scared of bats..."Said Juno."I'm scared of you."Said Sumer."SHUT THE HECK UP!""I'm really scared of hieghts."She confessed."I'm scared of bats."Said Izzy."I'm terrfied por Justin's face and earwigs"said Brooke.
"This week one TDF,Leshawna will be co-hosting.Yes,i know she is one of your faves,and she's also my freind.Here's her special entrance."
*Leshawna walks in all cool with awesome música playing in the "BG"*"What's sup,Andrea?Besides having to hang at this aweful camp again?""Nothing much,ok so we'll meet with the campers in 10,ok?""Ok."
*Dining Hall*
"Sumer,do you honestly think i'd nearly kill you without a good reason?"Juno."Yes,that's just like you.""We've spent 7 weeks here are you think you know me?You don't.SO if i was you,i'd shut up."
"Ok groovy cats!This week we're having one of my fave chaellenge!PHOBIA FACTOR!We got everyone to say thier fears,so this will be no problem."
TO BE CONTINUED
"This week one TDF,Leshawna will be co-hosting.Yes,i know she is one of your faves,and she's also my freind.Here's her special entrance."
*Leshawna walks in all cool with awesome música playing in the "BG"*"What's sup,Andrea?Besides having to hang at this aweful camp again?""Nothing much,ok so we'll meet with the campers in 10,ok?""Ok."
*Dining Hall*
"Sumer,do you honestly think i'd nearly kill you without a good reason?"Juno."Yes,that's just like you.""We've spent 7 weeks here are you think you know me?You don't.SO if i was you,i'd shut up."
"Ok groovy cats!This week we're having one of my fave chaellenge!PHOBIA FACTOR!We got everyone to say thier fears,so this will be no problem."
TO BE CONTINUED
RONNIE LOOSES
"Ok that means you can vote for everyone besides Izzy and Juno.CAST YOUR VOTES!!!"Andrea yelled.
Confessionals
Juno:IWON I WON I WON!!!
Sumer:Ya it kinda sucks that i could be the one going tonight,but that's just it.
Ronnie:The reason that i couldn't kiss him was becuase of Tyler.I would loose a million bucks for him.
Brooke:Frickin Noah....
Izzy:I think i could win this!
MARSHMELLOW CEREMONY:
JUNO
IZZY
SUMMER
BROOKE
IZZY
SORRY RONNIE THE DOCK OF SHAME IS THATA WAY!!
"AW crap,that just sucks."
*Tyler's on the boat*
"TYLER!!!""RONNIIIIIIIIEEEE!!!!"&ronnie gives tyler a urso hug*
"I guess it had a happy ending,as long as she doesn't sufficate him.See ya all seguinte time on
TOTAL
DRAMA
FANPOPPERS!!!"
TO BE CONTINUED
"Ok that means you can vote for everyone besides Izzy and Juno.CAST YOUR VOTES!!!"Andrea yelled.
Confessionals
Juno:IWON I WON I WON!!!
Sumer:Ya it kinda sucks that i could be the one going tonight,but that's just it.
Ronnie:The reason that i couldn't kiss him was becuase of Tyler.I would loose a million bucks for him.
Brooke:Frickin Noah....
Izzy:I think i could win this!
MARSHMELLOW CEREMONY:
JUNO
IZZY
SUMMER
BROOKE
IZZY
SORRY RONNIE THE DOCK OF SHAME IS THATA WAY!!
"AW crap,that just sucks."
*Tyler's on the boat*
"TYLER!!!""RONNIIIIIIIIEEEE!!!!"&ronnie gives tyler a urso hug*
"I guess it had a happy ending,as long as she doesn't sufficate him.See ya all seguinte time on
TOTAL
DRAMA
FANPOPPERS!!!"
TO BE CONTINUED
ok in a way this has everything to do with tdi/tda
you peeps really need to stop judjing people on what they look like or where they come from (i judge people on what they bring to the table) i see so many mean and rude comments everywere...i get made fun of at school because im goth WELL WHO REALLY FUCKING CARES BECAUSE AS FAR AS IM CONSERNDED WE FUCKING BELONG HERE excuse my language AND IF YOU DONT LIKE IT KEEP ON SAYIN YOUR SHIT...im a loser,loner,goth,juvie,punk,cheerleading,talented, artest yep thats it thats me but who really cares people still call me a wannabe but idc people call me a bitch...i know its true...listen to allstar from shrek that songs bout me...if you dont like the judging and rude comments help me bye commenting in your opinion because really think this website for tdi/tda not for fighting...yah go ahead and flag me see if i care i just want you to think bout what i said
you peeps really need to stop judjing people on what they look like or where they come from (i judge people on what they bring to the table) i see so many mean and rude comments everywere...i get made fun of at school because im goth WELL WHO REALLY FUCKING CARES BECAUSE AS FAR AS IM CONSERNDED WE FUCKING BELONG HERE excuse my language AND IF YOU DONT LIKE IT KEEP ON SAYIN YOUR SHIT...im a loser,loner,goth,juvie,punk,cheerleading,talented, artest yep thats it thats me but who really cares people still call me a wannabe but idc people call me a bitch...i know its true...listen to allstar from shrek that songs bout me...if you dont like the judging and rude comments help me bye commenting in your opinion because really think this website for tdi/tda not for fighting...yah go ahead and flag me see if i care i just want you to think bout what i said
I looked at chris and told him "what have you done to him!!" chris:aw nothing heehee ill kill you!1 duncan;my my my why chris ur certinlly wearing a nice camisa today ur sure to atract ladies me:grrrrrrrrrrrrr sneek peek is done now........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................
Hey! everybody just to let you kown that in this fã fiction Courtney finish high school and go,s to law school to become lawyer and duncan is still a Criminal. Chr.1 It was 5:00 pm and It was a Saturday. Courtney was studying for her LSAT,s. Courtney took a little break from studying in her guide book for the LSAT,s and got on her laptop. she went on super fun place where you can meet friends and do much more. she was chating to and bridgette and leshawna. leshawna girl: what,s up girl. Snow girl: my mom and dad went to the super market will not be back to 8:00 pm. leshawna girl: so courtney how,s law school. courtney in the real flash: It really awful they make every thing seen so boing. Snow girl: they do. courtney in the real flash: yes they do and i have to take LSAT. leshawna girl: sorry i got to go and meet my katie at starbucks. snow girl: well courtney bye i got to get off here before my dad see. courtney got off since all firends did. chr.2