“Get out here, walk into the alley behind the bank, and Duncan will meet wewe back there,” Damien explains. Courtney pops the car door open and slams it shut behind her. Damien drives off, leaving her alone in front of a run-down bank. The glass windows were streaky and the shingles were practically falling off. Courtney walks into a trashy alley and navigates her way through tipped-over trash cans and murky rain puddles.
She was so consumed in watching where she places her feet that she didn’t notice as two arms popped out from behind the bank and wrapped around her torso. Courtney started flailing, but stopped once she heard Duncan’s low chuckle from right inayofuata to her ear. “You gotta calm down, Princess,” he says, releasing her.
Courtney spins on him and hisses, “Well I had to walk down a freaking filthy alley to come and try to find you, who, kwa the looks of it, was just trying to make me pee my shorts from fright.”
After mention of her shorts, Duncan’s eyes travel down Courtney’s long legs. She slaps his shoulder and folds her arms over her chest. “Well, darling, wewe look good in daisy Dukes,” Duncan says approvingly.
“You could have bought longer shorts. Now just tell me why I need to be here and what I have to do.”
“But I like short shorts so much more,” Duncan explains, putting on a smirk. He wipes the smirk off his face after Courtney glares at him. “Fine. Surprisingly, this bank is highly secured. wewe wouldn’t be able to tell from the outside, but we have the blueprints for the place. And the blueprints onyesha that the only salama way in is from the roof.”
Courtney just looks at Duncan, waiting for him to continue.
“We’re all too heavy to be repelled into the salama room. Which is where wewe come in. We’ll go the roof, and you’ll put on the harness. I will lower wewe into the safe, using the rope, and all wewe have to do is stuff two sacks full of cash. That should be enough cash to pay our debts,” Duncan explains. He tosses two brown burlap sacks at her, and she catches them. “Ya ready?”
“As ready as I’ll ever be,” Courtney grumbles. They climb up a rickety metal ladder to the concrete rooftop. Duncan picks up a kuunganisha and straps it around Courtney’s waist. He bends down to click the snaps together between her legs, but Courtney swipes his hands away. She finishes securing the harness.
“Ready?” Duncan asks again, looping a rope through a hole in the back of the harness. Courtney raises an eyebrow.
“Need I repeat myself?” she asks.
Duncan chuckles and opens a ceiling hatch. Below them was a room with shiny linoleum floors. Courtney lowers herself down, and Duncan quickly lowers her into the room. Careful not to touch the ground in case of alarms, she hovers over the floor. She glides over to a cabinet and starts stuffing money into the brown sacks.
One bag was full, so she began on the inayofuata one. Halfway through the inayofuata bag, police sirens sounded in the distance. Courtney looks up to see Duncan’s gaze looking somewhere in the horizon. Then he looks down and says, “C’mon, grab the cash and let’s get out of here.”
Courtney nods in response and quickly stuffs zaidi green bills into the bag. A dakika later, the door bursts open. Courtney gasps, and gunfire echoes throughout the room. She clamps her hands over her ears, and Duncan starts pulling her through the roof. Courtney collapses onto the roof and Duncan slams the trap door shut.
“Hurry,” Duncan commands, helping Courtney to her feet. But she was too shocked, and her knees buckled. So Duncan swings her over his shoulder, and he leaps from the roof. Courtney clings to Duncan’s shoulder as he leaps over trash cans and dashes across the street. He dumps her into the passenger kiti, kiti cha of a convertible, not even bothering to open the door. He makes it over to the other side of the car kwa sliding across the hood. Duncan hops over the car door, not even bothering to open it, since the roof was open.
With one mwepesi, teleka motion, the engine was ignited, the gas pedal was shoved down, and the car was zooming away from the curb. Courtney’s moyo was beating, and her hands were traveling down her body, searching for bullet wounds. “You okay?” Duncan asks, checking her out from the corner of his eye. She nods.
“Good. Hold this for me,” he tells her, letting go of the steering wheel and climbing into the back kiti, kiti cha of the car. Courtney shrieks as the car swerves, and she dives for the wheel. Soon the car is straightened out.
“What are wewe doing?!” Courtney exclaims, watching what Duncan is doing in the backseat from the rearview mirror. He’s stuffing the brown sacks of money under the seat.
“Hiding the money in case we see the cops. Duh.”
“No! Why did wewe leave the front seat?” Courtney scolds him. He shrugs and starts picking up some cash that had spilled out of a bag. Courtney focuses on the road. She reaches her foot over and stomps on the gas pedal, thrusting them forward.
“What’re wewe doing?” Duncan calls from the back seat.
“Having fun!” Courtney shouts back at him. The high speeds whip her hair around her face, and the wind carries her words away. She lets out a laugh as the car zooms down a huge kilima inayofuata to Lake Michigan. Courtney leads the car straight through a red light. After all, the other cars were going much to slow, she thinks. She gets a high from all the beeping cars and can’t help blowing through a stop sign. Courtney laughs again.
Duncan climbs back into the front kiti, kiti cha and takes the wheel from Courtney. “Dang, girl, you’re gonna kill us!” Duncan exclaims.
“Yeah, whatever,” is all Courtney replies. She was too excited. Her adrenaline is pumping as if nothing could tear her down. Suddenly, her ears register a familiar tune. Courtney reaches over and cranks up the newly-invented car radio. “I upendo this song!” she shouts over the muziki to Duncan, who nods in agreement.
Courtney raises her hands in the wind and starts dancing in her kiti, kiti cha as she hums along to the song.
Shawty's like a melody in my head!
That I can't keep out,
Got me singin' like:
Na, na, na, na, everyday!
It's like my iPod stuck on replay, replay-ay-ay-ay!
Shawty's like a melody in my head!
That I can't keep out,
Got me singin' like:
Na, na, na, na, everyday!
It's like my iPod stuck on replay, replay-ay-ay-ay!
Duncan plows the car straight through yet another red light, swerving to avoid a delivery truck. Courtney lets out a whoop.
Remember the first time we met,
wewe was at the mall wit yo friend!
I was scared to approach ya,
But then wewe came closer,
Hopin' wewe would give me a chance.
Who would have ever knew,
That we would ever be zaidi than friends?
We're real worldwide, breakin all the rules,
She like a song played again and again!
That girl, like somethin off a poster.
That girl, is a dime they say,
That girl, is a gun to my holster.
She's runnin through my mind all day, ay!
Duncan raised his eyebrows as Courtney kneeled in her kiti, kiti cha so that her head was above the windshield, so the wind could whip her hair. He had never seen Courtney as... energetic as she was now. and Duncan was kinda liking it.
Shawty's like a melody in my head!
That I can't keep out,
Got me singin' like:
Na, na, na, na, everyday!
It's like my iPod stuck on replay, replay-ay-ay-ay!
Shawty's like a melody in my head!
That I can't keep out,
Got me singin' like:
Na, na, na, na, everyday!
It's like my iPod stuck on replay, replay-ay-ay-ay!
Courtney started imba along to the music, and Duncan couldn't help but smile.
See wewe been all around the globe,
Not once did wewe leave my mind.
We talk on the phone, from night til the morn.
Girl wewe really change my life,
Doin things I never do.
I'm in the kitchin cookin things she likes.
We're real worldwide, breakin all the rules,
Someday I wanna make wewe my wife.
That girl, like somethin off a poster.
That girl, is a dime they say,
That girl, is the gun to my holster.
She's runnin through my mind all day, ay!
Once the chorus began, Duncan started imba along with Courtney, which made her laugh.
Shawty's like a melody in my head!
That I can't keep out,
Got me singin' like:
Na, na, na, na, everyday!
It's like my iPod stuck on replay, replay-ay-ay-ay!
Shawty's like a melody in my head!
That I can't keep out,
Got me singin' like:
Na, na, na, na, everyday!
It's like my iPod stuck on replay, replay-ay-ay-ay!
Courtney could see people in their own cars staring at them as they drove by. They probably thought she and Duncan were a couple. But, truthfully, she couldn't care less.
I can be your melody,
A girl that could write wewe a symphony!
The one that could fill your fantasies,
So come baby girl let's sing with me.
Ay, I can be your melody,
A girl that could write wewe a symphony!
The one that could fill your fantasies,
So come baby girl let's sing with me.
They drive through the run-down neighborhoods until they drive onto the mitaani, mtaa of Duncan's apartment building.
Shawty's like a melody in my head!
That I can't keep out,
Got me singin' like:
Na, na, na, na, everyday!
It's like my iPod stuck on replay, replay-ay-ay-ay!
Shawty's like a melody in my head!
That I can't keep out,
Got me singin' like:
Na, na, na, na, everyday!
It's like my iPod stuck on replay, replay-ay-ay-ay!
Duncan pulls the racecar into the parking space in the alley inayofuata to the building as the last chorus comes on in the song. He and Courtney both start singing, "Ay, na, na, na, na, na, na, na! Na, na, na, na, na, na! Shawty got me singin, Na, na, na, na, na, na, na! Na, na, na, na, na, na, na! Now she got me singin. Shawty's like a melody in my head!"
Courtney was still smiling to herself even once they were both inside the tenement building. She was walking up the stairs to the jikoni to make herself some hot chocolate, since the cold wind blew her cheeks numb, when suddenly a thought popped up in her head: Would it be so bad to be falling for Duncan?
She was so consumed in watching where she places her feet that she didn’t notice as two arms popped out from behind the bank and wrapped around her torso. Courtney started flailing, but stopped once she heard Duncan’s low chuckle from right inayofuata to her ear. “You gotta calm down, Princess,” he says, releasing her.
Courtney spins on him and hisses, “Well I had to walk down a freaking filthy alley to come and try to find you, who, kwa the looks of it, was just trying to make me pee my shorts from fright.”
After mention of her shorts, Duncan’s eyes travel down Courtney’s long legs. She slaps his shoulder and folds her arms over her chest. “Well, darling, wewe look good in daisy Dukes,” Duncan says approvingly.
“You could have bought longer shorts. Now just tell me why I need to be here and what I have to do.”
“But I like short shorts so much more,” Duncan explains, putting on a smirk. He wipes the smirk off his face after Courtney glares at him. “Fine. Surprisingly, this bank is highly secured. wewe wouldn’t be able to tell from the outside, but we have the blueprints for the place. And the blueprints onyesha that the only salama way in is from the roof.”
Courtney just looks at Duncan, waiting for him to continue.
“We’re all too heavy to be repelled into the salama room. Which is where wewe come in. We’ll go the roof, and you’ll put on the harness. I will lower wewe into the safe, using the rope, and all wewe have to do is stuff two sacks full of cash. That should be enough cash to pay our debts,” Duncan explains. He tosses two brown burlap sacks at her, and she catches them. “Ya ready?”
“As ready as I’ll ever be,” Courtney grumbles. They climb up a rickety metal ladder to the concrete rooftop. Duncan picks up a kuunganisha and straps it around Courtney’s waist. He bends down to click the snaps together between her legs, but Courtney swipes his hands away. She finishes securing the harness.
“Ready?” Duncan asks again, looping a rope through a hole in the back of the harness. Courtney raises an eyebrow.
“Need I repeat myself?” she asks.
Duncan chuckles and opens a ceiling hatch. Below them was a room with shiny linoleum floors. Courtney lowers herself down, and Duncan quickly lowers her into the room. Careful not to touch the ground in case of alarms, she hovers over the floor. She glides over to a cabinet and starts stuffing money into the brown sacks.
One bag was full, so she began on the inayofuata one. Halfway through the inayofuata bag, police sirens sounded in the distance. Courtney looks up to see Duncan’s gaze looking somewhere in the horizon. Then he looks down and says, “C’mon, grab the cash and let’s get out of here.”
Courtney nods in response and quickly stuffs zaidi green bills into the bag. A dakika later, the door bursts open. Courtney gasps, and gunfire echoes throughout the room. She clamps her hands over her ears, and Duncan starts pulling her through the roof. Courtney collapses onto the roof and Duncan slams the trap door shut.
“Hurry,” Duncan commands, helping Courtney to her feet. But she was too shocked, and her knees buckled. So Duncan swings her over his shoulder, and he leaps from the roof. Courtney clings to Duncan’s shoulder as he leaps over trash cans and dashes across the street. He dumps her into the passenger kiti, kiti cha of a convertible, not even bothering to open the door. He makes it over to the other side of the car kwa sliding across the hood. Duncan hops over the car door, not even bothering to open it, since the roof was open.
With one mwepesi, teleka motion, the engine was ignited, the gas pedal was shoved down, and the car was zooming away from the curb. Courtney’s moyo was beating, and her hands were traveling down her body, searching for bullet wounds. “You okay?” Duncan asks, checking her out from the corner of his eye. She nods.
“Good. Hold this for me,” he tells her, letting go of the steering wheel and climbing into the back kiti, kiti cha of the car. Courtney shrieks as the car swerves, and she dives for the wheel. Soon the car is straightened out.
“What are wewe doing?!” Courtney exclaims, watching what Duncan is doing in the backseat from the rearview mirror. He’s stuffing the brown sacks of money under the seat.
“Hiding the money in case we see the cops. Duh.”
“No! Why did wewe leave the front seat?” Courtney scolds him. He shrugs and starts picking up some cash that had spilled out of a bag. Courtney focuses on the road. She reaches her foot over and stomps on the gas pedal, thrusting them forward.
“What’re wewe doing?” Duncan calls from the back seat.
“Having fun!” Courtney shouts back at him. The high speeds whip her hair around her face, and the wind carries her words away. She lets out a laugh as the car zooms down a huge kilima inayofuata to Lake Michigan. Courtney leads the car straight through a red light. After all, the other cars were going much to slow, she thinks. She gets a high from all the beeping cars and can’t help blowing through a stop sign. Courtney laughs again.
Duncan climbs back into the front kiti, kiti cha and takes the wheel from Courtney. “Dang, girl, you’re gonna kill us!” Duncan exclaims.
“Yeah, whatever,” is all Courtney replies. She was too excited. Her adrenaline is pumping as if nothing could tear her down. Suddenly, her ears register a familiar tune. Courtney reaches over and cranks up the newly-invented car radio. “I upendo this song!” she shouts over the muziki to Duncan, who nods in agreement.
Courtney raises her hands in the wind and starts dancing in her kiti, kiti cha as she hums along to the song.
Shawty's like a melody in my head!
That I can't keep out,
Got me singin' like:
Na, na, na, na, everyday!
It's like my iPod stuck on replay, replay-ay-ay-ay!
Shawty's like a melody in my head!
That I can't keep out,
Got me singin' like:
Na, na, na, na, everyday!
It's like my iPod stuck on replay, replay-ay-ay-ay!
Duncan plows the car straight through yet another red light, swerving to avoid a delivery truck. Courtney lets out a whoop.
Remember the first time we met,
wewe was at the mall wit yo friend!
I was scared to approach ya,
But then wewe came closer,
Hopin' wewe would give me a chance.
Who would have ever knew,
That we would ever be zaidi than friends?
We're real worldwide, breakin all the rules,
She like a song played again and again!
That girl, like somethin off a poster.
That girl, is a dime they say,
That girl, is a gun to my holster.
She's runnin through my mind all day, ay!
Duncan raised his eyebrows as Courtney kneeled in her kiti, kiti cha so that her head was above the windshield, so the wind could whip her hair. He had never seen Courtney as... energetic as she was now. and Duncan was kinda liking it.
Shawty's like a melody in my head!
That I can't keep out,
Got me singin' like:
Na, na, na, na, everyday!
It's like my iPod stuck on replay, replay-ay-ay-ay!
Shawty's like a melody in my head!
That I can't keep out,
Got me singin' like:
Na, na, na, na, everyday!
It's like my iPod stuck on replay, replay-ay-ay-ay!
Courtney started imba along to the music, and Duncan couldn't help but smile.
See wewe been all around the globe,
Not once did wewe leave my mind.
We talk on the phone, from night til the morn.
Girl wewe really change my life,
Doin things I never do.
I'm in the kitchin cookin things she likes.
We're real worldwide, breakin all the rules,
Someday I wanna make wewe my wife.
That girl, like somethin off a poster.
That girl, is a dime they say,
That girl, is the gun to my holster.
She's runnin through my mind all day, ay!
Once the chorus began, Duncan started imba along with Courtney, which made her laugh.
Shawty's like a melody in my head!
That I can't keep out,
Got me singin' like:
Na, na, na, na, everyday!
It's like my iPod stuck on replay, replay-ay-ay-ay!
Shawty's like a melody in my head!
That I can't keep out,
Got me singin' like:
Na, na, na, na, everyday!
It's like my iPod stuck on replay, replay-ay-ay-ay!
Courtney could see people in their own cars staring at them as they drove by. They probably thought she and Duncan were a couple. But, truthfully, she couldn't care less.
I can be your melody,
A girl that could write wewe a symphony!
The one that could fill your fantasies,
So come baby girl let's sing with me.
Ay, I can be your melody,
A girl that could write wewe a symphony!
The one that could fill your fantasies,
So come baby girl let's sing with me.
They drive through the run-down neighborhoods until they drive onto the mitaani, mtaa of Duncan's apartment building.
Shawty's like a melody in my head!
That I can't keep out,
Got me singin' like:
Na, na, na, na, everyday!
It's like my iPod stuck on replay, replay-ay-ay-ay!
Shawty's like a melody in my head!
That I can't keep out,
Got me singin' like:
Na, na, na, na, everyday!
It's like my iPod stuck on replay, replay-ay-ay-ay!
Duncan pulls the racecar into the parking space in the alley inayofuata to the building as the last chorus comes on in the song. He and Courtney both start singing, "Ay, na, na, na, na, na, na, na! Na, na, na, na, na, na! Shawty got me singin, Na, na, na, na, na, na, na! Na, na, na, na, na, na, na! Now she got me singin. Shawty's like a melody in my head!"
Courtney was still smiling to herself even once they were both inside the tenement building. She was walking up the stairs to the jikoni to make herself some hot chocolate, since the cold wind blew her cheeks numb, when suddenly a thought popped up in her head: Would it be so bad to be falling for Duncan?
It was the first siku of high school and courtney was sitting in her dawati kwa her best Marafiki bridgette and leshawna and her boyfriend duncan who is sitting behide her. see courtney is still a CIT and she has longer hair about to her back and she was wearing a tank juu with a picture of a red rose and the letter on it alisema bad girl and short pants. but the only thing she want to be is a leader of the cheerleader and she was all ready a CIT. hujambo courtney. alisema bridgette hujambo bridgette. alisema courtney so are wewe ready to meet our new teacher courtney. alisema bridgette yeah total. alisema courtney well down get your hopes up i heard that she a nice teacher. alisema bridgette then teacher came in. hello kids. my name is Toot portia but wewe can call me Mrs.portia. so let start on learn about math. alisema Mrs.portia it was four hours... ok class time for lauch. chr.2 lauch time