Codename: Mockingbird 8.Codename: Mockingbird 8. by Dead-Jilly
8. Fejezet: Meghiúsított Tervek
Bobbi egy fémaktatáskába rakta a felfedezéseit és jegyzeteit. Végigsimította a kezeit a sima élek körül és egy kombinációval bezárta azt. Ellépett, hogy megnézze egy kis távolságból és megint megközelítette az aktatáskát, hogy kinyissa. Kinyitotta és csalódottan az ajkába harapott.
"Állandóan megcsinálod, de én elég biztos vagyok, hogy az ügy versenyei biztonságosak," Clint mondta, ahogy figyelte a lányt az asztal felett egy laptoppal felállítva előtte.
Bobbi felsóhajtott, "Tudom, ez csak bemutató. Már hamis eredményekkel megyek be. A legkevesebb amit tehetek, hogy úgy tűnjön hivatalos. Mit gondolsz?" lány mondta miközben megfordította. Férfi kicsit felült a székéből és belen
Trouble in Paradise--Tahoe Cut Short
Leaning on the balcony railing, Bobbi took in a deep breath of the crisp mountain air. The bite of cold air wouldn’t have been her preferred climate…if their little area of California hadn’t been hit by a monster of a heat wave over the last two weeks, with autumn humidity stacked on top of it. Even Bobbi was tired of retreating to the ocean to escape the heat, and both kids had been physically wilting under it. Her children, who lived and breathed the ocean as much as she did, couldn’t be dragged out to the beach, it was that bad.
Poor Ash had also managed to get an awful sunburn on top of it all that had developed into sun poisoning, to the point Bobbi had spent an entire night staying awake, helping him fight the resulting fever while Clint was on stand-by to call the doctor. Thank God it hadn’t gotten that far, but it had definitely made them sick of their home for the first time…ever. Even Holly had refused to be budged from the house f
Sweet Sacrifice--For Love of Her Mother
Laughing with some of her classmates, Anna began to take the pins out of her hair where it was wrapped in a high bun. The private school insisted that physical education continue for all twelve grades, but once the students got old enough, they could make the choice to replace the standard class with something else. Taking a page out of her mother’s book, Anna had picked ballet when she was eight, and had just stuck with it. To her surprise, apparently ballet was just encoded on the Morse DNA at this point (or perhaps she should say Turner, since that was Grandma Gale’s maiden name). She’d skyrocketed through the program into the advance class during the beginning of what would be her junior high years in a normal school system. In her fight-training, ballet had helped with her coordination, and the muscles she had built up there were easily disguised by the ones she built up dancing and surfing with her mother and brother. But really… Anna just loved to dance.
Sleepless in Seattle--Protecting Mommy
Annie sat up in bed, holding her knees to her chest. Her nightlight gave the room a faint yellow glow from the sunflower’s glass petals. She had told Daddy she didn’t need it anymore, but hadn’t argued when Mommy said it would be in her bedside table if she needed it. She was glad she hadn’t, it had been easy to find and put back in place after she heard Mommy go to bed. It was way past her bedtime, and if Mommy saw her up she would be in so much trouble…
It had just been a dream, right? Just a silly, scary dream this morning before she had to wake up and go to school. She hadn’t told Mommy, or said anything to anyone about it, because it was just a dream.
But every time she closed her eyes, it started to play all over again, like a movie that wasn’t working right no matter what the teacher or her parents did to fix it. Whimpering, she hid her face in her quilt. Oh, this was bad… All it needed to make it worse was—