Krizayla looked at Devon and couldn't help but laugh.  "Are you kidding me?  Do you really want me to believe that you want to fly me to Saudi Arabia nd kill some guy so your little organization can take over the world?  That's ridiculous!  You expect me to believe you?  Trying ot play a joke on me isn't going to work!  You need to get a life and leave me alone!  Krizayla snickered adn went out the door.  But before hse left, the man spoke once more.  "You will pay for your choice.  I'll be seeing you again."  Krizayla turned back around to face him but when she did, no one was there.  Woah, that was a little creepy, she thought.  He's probably some stupid guy trying to scare me, but it's not going to work!

Krizayla drove home, it was getting late and she was hungry.  She didn't think about what happened that night for the rest of the week.  

It was now Monday, over a week after the footbal game.  Krizayla drove herself home from school in her new Mercedes Benz.  The whole drive home she thought about Shawn.  Homecoming was in four days and he still hadn't asked her yet!  "He almost came up and talked to me at lunch and I saw him looking at me in Biology," She thought. She arrived in the new development that her family had ust moved to.  It was nice, green grass, the house was large and spacey, the neighbors were nice and life was good!

She parked the car and went inside.  She was hungry becasue she studied the whole lunch period for a History test.  She went to the kitchen expecting her mom to be makin gcookies or cooking something for dinner, but she wasn't there.  She walked past the kitchen table and almost slipped on the squeaky clean tile.  Shw was about to open the refrigerator, but then she noticed a note stuck to it with a flower magnet.  It was from her mom.  She could tell because it was written on garden stationery.  KRizayla had gotten that for her for Christmas this past year.  It said, "your grandma needed help around the house, I'll be home 7ish."  Krizayla threw the note away, grabbed a chewy bar adn went up to her room to do her homework.

"Ahhh!  Why do we always have so much homework?"  Krizayla said out loud to no one in particular.  She could barely carry her backpack up the stairs. She trudged down the hall to her room, which was at the end of the hallway. She threw down her backpack on her pink and green striped comforter in relief.  She was about to unzip her backpack when the doorbell rang.  She ran to her window, which had green curtains.  One advantage of her room was that she could see who was at the front door.  She looked harder adn didn't dsee anyone.  Then, someone in a dark trench coat stepped out form teh shadows, that Krizayla couldn't see, and rung the doorbell again.  It was Devon.  She remembered his long, lanky figure and his dark piercing eyes.  What does he want now?  Krizayla thought.  She could go down and talk to him, baybe he was there to say sorry for the whole joke.  Or maybe he was dangerous.  What should she do?  

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