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Mr L. Santinello, I've Got Your Kids! Dashing in and out.
For the first time in a long time, she wakes up to the bright morning sun, in her eyes, but just perfect enough that it isn't burning into her eyelids the way she usually wakes to on park benches or street way benches where she usually passes the night.For someone that's supposed to be in school, she watches all of her mates as they live their lives without any worries, at least, not the type that makes them run from one place to another because they say every human, no matter how little or or stupid or inconsequential what they are dealing with is, it's still a worry.She pushes back the duvet and makes her way into the bathroom to freshen up for day. She looks through her small bag and finds a sundress in there. She smiles at it.She's not had any reason to wear something like that but now, it looks like it's a new dawn so she can try to live again. She puts it on and picks up her slightly worn bag and makes to leave, her destination? Her mother's grave.It might be the last time s
Mr L. Santinello, I've Got Your Kids! Angela's Second Visit
Angela begins to squirm, hard as soon as she sees that they seem to be well aware of where they are currently headed. She's tied down on the floor of the van and whimpering, she's been slapped a couple of times more than the first one and more than is enough for a regular young girl.The men are basically ruthless as they crack jokes about her condition and drive towards Mi-nello.They soon park haphazardly in front of the mall and get down. She's pulled out unceremoniously and made to walk in the lead into the mall.Inside, they push her to take them to Mika's office since she'll certainly be granted easy access because she's been there before and she nods."Please untie my hands first or they won't let us go through."The request seems to make sense to them since the leader approves the untying of her hands."Well, they might think she's been threatened if we take her like that to the front desk!"Angela watches them with hooded eyes as she scans around for something that can at lea
Mr L. Santinello, I've Got Your Kids! On One Side, But Different Ends.
They back off, taking momentary glances at the man that's writhing on the floor. He, with his own pain, looks up at his men and curses. "You dipshits, attack her!"With his words, they seem to regain their senses and they rush forward, all five of them at once.Mikayla shakes her head, tutting to herself. "Some idiots never learn their lessons."As soon as the first one threw his hand out in a punch, she sidesteps and he misses but she brings down her elbow, hard, on his arm and he screams, his hand going limp.She does the same to the others, hitting them at some specific parts of their bodies so they will be immobile or too pained to do anything.At the end, Angela is behind the couch, watching with a bated breath, her eyes showing excitement even though she's scared for Mika as well.Mika soon walks over to her side. "Are you okay?"She nods. "Are you okay ma'am?""I am. Let me see your cheeks." Mika turns Angie's cheeks to herself and she sees the hand imprints on them, signaling
Mr L. Santinello, I've Got Your Kids! Dead Eyes.
Stella washes dishes... Or is washing dishes but the dishes isn't the dishes anymore but her hands.Lost in thought, she's dropped the plate she's been holding for minutes and has started to scrub her own palms, turning them an angry red but she still doesn't notice.She sighs over and over again.Lily still hasn't come home, Reese has become a ghost that goes to work and comes back a shell of himself. He'll stay up all night and then begin to dress up for work when it's six am and then leave without having dinner.He came back home about an half hour ago and went straight up to the bedroom where she can hear his footsteps pacing around, even more unusual and faster than usual.She finally snaps out of it and washes off the soap suds in her hands and goes upstairs. She opens the door and sees him dressed in a formerly casual dressing. "Didn't you just come back? Where are you going now?"His face is sharp and gaunt, large eye bags under his eyes and his eyes itself is red and puffy. H
Mr L. Santinello, I've Got Your Kids! Threats at Home.
Reese, after passing both security check points, arrives at the Woods and parks his car out front.He looks at the building and steels his resolves, tucking a brown envelope under his arms, he walks through the low gates and goes to the front door.He knocks twice before a lady opens the door for him.She's dressed in an apron so obviously she's just a staff in the house. "Good afternoon sir. Can I help you?"Reese nods. "Good afternoon, my name is Reese Anderson and I'm here to meet the Woods.""Oh, I'm sorry sir. Please come inside."She recognizes his because of his last name and she lets him in. "Please have a seat here, I'll let them know you're here."He nods and walks towards the couch while she leaves to let them be aware of his presence. A frame catches his eye and he pauses and walks towards it. It's a picture of Price at some celebration of sorts.He's dressed formerly and is laughing casually. It's a picture of him in his earlier years so he still had his boyish and handso
Mr L. Santinello, I've Got Your Kids! Glade's Cafeteria.
Dean Lawney paces around looking at both boys with red faces, one bigger than the other. She shakes her head disappointed."I didn't expect this of you two. I'll send a note to your parents and they must be here tomorrow."One of them's head is bowed while the other just looks on defiantly, knowing that he's done nothing wrong except trying to protect his sister...What actually happened?That same time, the next day, the bell rings at Glades Middle School and it's time for recess, time for lunch.All the kids, young ones and the slightly elder ones all troop out of their classes all on the way to the school cafeteria where they all eat lunch, whether school made or home brought, its all ate in the cafeteria.The class of five years olds all enter at the same time, their voices chattering as they all walk together, talking to their friends. Maya and Miles walk alongside one another both of them holding their lunch packs in their hands.Although Mika and Lucas has got busy schedules, a
Mr L. Santinello, I've Got Your Kids! Nightly Shenanigans.
At dinner that same night, Mikayla looks at her children, her food untouched and her hands folded across her chest. She watches them with her eyes, not saying anything at first.She had received a call from Dean Lawney at around three pm before telling her that her son had gotten into a fight with another student and that both parents are required to be in the school the next day to settle their scores.Both of them are nice and gentle, most especially Miles. If she had been expecting such a call, she'd have half expected it to be Maya who got into a fight but Miles? Sounds unbelievable but it did happen as the Dean had told her.Why though? Why will Miles get into a fight?She looks at Maya and Miles who are sitting beside one another, both of them are pretending to eat but she can tell they are quite fidgety, waiting for the bomb to drop. It doesn't take time."So, who will tell me what happened? And why we are being invited to your school for bad behavior?"Miles sinks into the cha
Mr L. Santinello, I've Got Your Kids! Alone, Lonely, Pained and Evil.
Lily rubbed the sleep from her eyes, waking up from the heavily blanketed bed she had slept in with Price before his unfortunate death.She's been living the life of a zombie these past week. She hasn't gone out of the house and the most outside thing she's had is the sunlight that permeates into the house in the late mornings and afternoons.Every single time she passes by the staircase, she zones off, basically seeing in her head how he had fallen and how she had been too chicken to save him or call him the ambulance because if she had, he might have survived. She could have easily lied that he fell down the stairs in the dark and he'll be treated in the hospital...The image of him wording help at her up the stairs that day is something she'll never be able to let go of or get erased from her head and she's resigned to her fate. Beside her, she picks up her phone as she pushes herself away from the bed into a sitting position.She clicks it on and she sees that she has a couple of
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