Criminal Girl Part 7 Criminal Girl Part 7 "I'm tired of you guys!" I shouted. "But you're supposed to be my raspberry soccerball!" Roy responded. "I ain't no soccerball of yours!" "Fine! Then I'm not your boyfriend!" "Boyfriend?! You were never my boyfriend!" Roy was already strolling ahead. "Do you realize you've just been dumped by your boyfriend," Lisa asked. "Not my boyfriend..." I muttered, fingering the gun in my pocket. I blew up my blonde fringe. "Kate, don't do what I think you're going to do." Lisa warned. "Roy doesn't completely hate you yet. There's no point in killing him." "Yeah, you're right. I've got to find a new person for our threesome," I said. Just then, Cameron, Roy's envy, walked by. "Hi, Cam," I giggled. "Hey Kate. What's wrong with Roy?" "Oh, he's not worthy enough for me," I answered. Lisa glanced at me then whispered, "Well, do what you want. Count me out. I'm finding Roy!" "Go then," I replied curtly. Cam smiled. I pressed the gun in his hand. "You've got to take revenge on Roy. Find him and kill him. Do it for me!" "Okay, whatever you want. Won't you miss him?" "No. I ain't no raspberry soccerball anymore! I guess he even planned that trick which he faked his death!" "That's very bad of him, Kate. I'll murder him this very moment!" Cam sped off, flexing his muscles for all he was worth.

Criminal Girl Part 6 Criminal Girl Part 6 "Freeze! Hands up!" I said, gripping my gun, pointing it towards the figure in the Science Lab. He turned aroumd. "Roy?!" I cried. The other figure looked around. "Lisa?! I thought you guys were dead!" This was just my imagination, I knew this. I pinched myself. It wasn't a dream. Did I bump my head on the way to school? If I did, it must've affected my brain. "Oh, Kate!" They both threw their arms around me. Lisa and Roy looked at me from arm's length. "You ain't looking good, girl," Lisa smirked. "Mmm... Tell me about it," I whispered. "I haven't showered for days. I was too busy mourning! You both tricked me!" "We are so sorry! Lisa and I faked our death. Spencer isn't dead, either! The bullets were made of rubbber! We decided to have a bit of fun!" Roy laughed. I frowned and crossed my arms. "So not funny," I muttered. At home I spilled the news to Mom, who simply grinned and said, "I was in the trick too! I knew about it all along!" "What the f*ck!" I shouted. "Stop using bad language," mom warned. "Let's see if you know real English then," I said, and spit out some terribly foul words that would burn through my iPhone if I typed them. Mom punished me and banished me to my room. Spencer, Roy and Lisa were there. "Surprise!" They shouted. "What're you doing here?" "We came to say sorry. Sorry." "Apology not accepted! You guys went far to far to far!" I grabbed my gun and jumped out of the window. I've already mentioned this earlier. I'm a criminal girl.

Jelly It's my job to mix the jelly It's mom's job to pour water on the jelly It's my job to complain that the jelly is smelly It's her job to cut the jelly into cubes while I watch telly It's my job to eat it and it goes into my belly

Criminal Girl Part5 Criminal Girl Part 5 "Hey Kate, do you really want to go to school? I mean, Lisa and Roy..." "Yeah mom. I have to go." I yawned, because I have an appointment with Spencer. I got ready and went to school. First I have Math. Then Science, then English, and then Lunch at noon. At noon, I headed to the cafeteria. Everyone was eating but Spencer wasn't there. That's when I rememered that I had shot Spencer. I wiped my sweaty forehead and sat at my regular table. Alone, without Lisa or Roy. I watched the table across from me, all the football fanatic boys huddled in a group. Without Roy. If Roy was alive I'd see him right across me with the football crazies. On my right were where a the girls normally sit. Without me and Lisa now. They kept anxiously glancing at me. One fat lass called Nerissa came up to me and asked if I wanted to join their group. I nearly bit her head off and sent her back with a flea in her ear. And a swarm of stinging wasps. Because I'm not the Queen anymore. I am not Kate anymore. I am not a normal little girl anymore. Now I'm a Criminal Girl. This one is very short... My mind is empty right now.

Whatchya Doin'? Whatchya doin'? Building. Building what? I can't tell ya. Why can't you tell me? 'Cause I'm building! Building what? I can't tell ya. Why can't you tell me? 'Cause I'm building. Building what? I can't tell ya. Why can't you tell me? 'Cause your head is a baked potato.