The Masqueraders: Part 2A New TargetThe tap of a pencil on a desk was the only sound in the room, besides the occasional cough. The girl tapping the pencil flipped her blonde hair back. This test was harder than she had anticipated. Maybe she should have studied harder. This clock mocked her with its constant ticking. No time, no time, no time. She chewed on her eraser. Five minutes and she still had one tough problem to solve. Three minutes. One minute and counting. She had totally blanked out.Ahhhhh! Whats the answer? she screamed in her head. Another blonde head poked inside the room and looked at her. The girl flashed her a grin then withdrew. A few seconds later she heard a crash and a yell outside the door. The teacher glanced up from her desk and frowned. She pushed her chair back and exited the room. The girl exhaled her held breath. Gracie had created a distraction. Now she just had to get her head straight and finish up this last problem. She scribbled down what she guessed what
The MasqueradersThis is not a mystery, nor is it a fantasy. Do not think of it as historical fiction, because I can assure you it is not. This isnt based on a true story, or a fake story, or any story previously made up. Its a story about an assembly of thieves of the strangest sorts
..A Bank is RobbedIt was all over the papers. A brand new bank in New York City had opened up. It had the latest technology, the highest security, and the safest safes. They claimed it couldnt be broken into by anyone. They said the Titanic couldnt sink either. Whoever they are, they need to think a little more before they make their claims.The new bank was all over the papers because it had been broken into by a mysterious gang of thieves. No one knew who they were, or why they robbed the bank. Some say they were trying to get themselves publicized. Some say they needed the money. But the truth of the matter is, they did it to prove that they could. It worked pretty well, in fa
B-LunchOh god how I wish I had B-LunchC-Lunch is too far awayOh god how I wish I had B-LunchI'd even go for lunch AOh god how I wish I had B-LunchMy stomach just loves to complainOh god how I wish I had B-LunchWhy did things turn out this way?