The pretty màu hồng, hồng chuyển đổi, chuyển đổi được screeched to a halt in the concrete 'driveway'. Private leaned forwards to get a better look at her new home, which was squeezed between two small apartment buildings, only leaving a couple feet between for little alleyways. She squinted between her nấm bangs. "It doesn't look like much," she đã đưa ý kiến in her adorable British accent, with a puzzled look on her cute, cherubic face.
"Well, obviously, bạn haven't seen the inside yet," Skipper replied, tapping the steering wheel with her black nail polished fingernails.
"Did it used to be an old abandoned factory hoặc something?" Walskia, who was riding shotgun, asked.
"It just looks like a concrete block," Private commented.
And it truly was.
"Wait till bạn go inside," Skipper said. "THEN you'll see why I choose this place out of all the apartments in this friggin neighborhood."
The small neighborhood on the outskirts of NYC that they were moving into was what bạn called pretty and tranquil. It was place only rich people could afford, and only certain people. It was mainly full of small three story apartments clustered together, except for that concrete block splat in the middle, ruining the whole friendly neighborhood scene and was what the four girls now called their home.
The concrete block looked rather short and rectangle shaped. It was gray all over (just like concrete) with small vòng tròn windows evenly spread out on all sides with a short steel door in the middle of two of them. It was all very symmetrical.
Suddenly, a giant black truck swerved into view around the corner spewing đường phố, street gravel and sped down the road, finally screeching to a halt tiếp theo to their car, almost slamming into them. Another girl, named Ricoette who was wearing a black and white striped T-shirt, cargo pants, and had mean red streaks zipping through her wild hair, hopped out of the truck and slammed the door shut with too much excess force, making the vehicle rock back and forth for a moment. The girl smiled a maniacal grin and waited for the other girls to exit the car before skipping to the back of the truck and flinging open the doors with a BLAM!
"Okay, girls," Skipper announced and strutted over to the house's front metal door only to realize it was locked. "The landlord is supposed to come over here today to give me the key to the house. Weird dude. I don't know when he's coming over to hand it over, so it looks like we have a waiting game to play until he does." She tapped a black spiked boot on the welcome doormat beneath her feet.
"Okay!" Walskia and Private twittered.
So while they waited, the girls started to di chuyển some furniture out of the truck and leave them on the driveway. A lot of the furniture were actually big and heavy, but surprisingly, these girls were strong and only needed one person to carry the small đi văng out of there. "Girl power!" Ricoette chirped. After moving all of these 'normal' furniture, she would have to drive back to nhà để xe and di chuyển all the 'other' furniture. You'll see later.
The landlord never came.
"This has been too long. It's game over with the waiting," Skipper declared after a while. "Ricoette! Help open the door."
Instantly, Ricoette obeyed and rammed into the steel door of the house shoulder-first. The door didn't budge, and Rico bounced off with a disjointed shoulder, sucking in a breath.
"Ricoette!" Private gasped, and ran over to help her friend, but Ricoette just shook her off and slammed the same shoulder into a concrete tường of the house again. With a scream of pain, her shoulder was re-jointed once more.
Skipper stood by, impress of the strength of the door. She liked it very much. "Okay, new plan. Walskia, you're the best lock picker." She indicated the door with her head.
Walskia instantly approached the door and examined the lock. It looked like a simple front door lock. She tampered it with a paperclip. Then her fingernail. Then a hairclip. Then a penknife. Then a screwdriver. Then with all her lock pickers. "Why isn't it clicking?" She was frustrated.
Skipper was even thêm impressed now. The door was staying stubborn until the right key was found. And they all did not feel like waiting for the landlord. She circled the whole small, rectangular building. Nothing but gray, and little vòng tròn windows. At the back of the house was a wide, dead alley filled with trash and dead plants. She considered smashing through a window to get in, but it didn't feel right to bash a window open in their brand new house. Anyways, the windows might just be as hard as the door. Whoever who had lived hoặc worked here before had tight security. She didn't even notice all these tight measures when the landlord gave her the tour.
"Well," she announced as she approached them once thêm after making a full circle, "if we can't go in from the side, I suggest we try from the top."
"Is there a opening up there?" Private asked.
"Actually, I don't know but let's give it a shot."
So Ricoette took hold of one of Skipper's black spiked boot with her hands and lifted her up high enough so that Skippy could grasp hold of the edges of the house block and heave herself up. Ricoette helped with the others. Soon they were all on the flat, gray roof looking down at the scatter furniture below.
"You know, this building isn't very tall," Walskia commented.
"Well, there is actually some underground space." Skipper said.
"Rilly?" Ricoette asked.
"Affirmative. I think." Skipper scanned the roof and spotted a little hatch door on the ground at the side. She, Walskia, Ricoette ran over and started tampering with the little handle and lock sticking out of it.
"Okay, I'll do it!" Walskia exclaimed as she pushed the other two out of the way and got down on her knees to start lock picking. This lock seemed even easier to pick, even if it was taking a while. She also wanted to be the first to get in the house. She wanted to see how the place looked like, especially–
Suddenly, the hatch door slid open towards Walskia bởi itself and slammed into her knee. "Ouch! I think I got it! Ouch!" She stepped back from the hatch door and held her knee in pain. Then, in a ngẫu nhiên impulse, she slammed her knee onto the ground, randomly thinking it would not hurt anymore if she did like the way Ricoette's shoulder got re-jointed.
She was stupid. It began to hurt even more.
"Way to go, smart one," smirked Skipper. "It's not the same injury."
Ricoette coughed something that sounded like "Karma."
Walskia scowled and they all looked at the little hatch hole, which Private was smiling and grinning in like she'd been there the whole time. "How'd bạn get in there?" Walskia asked in amazement.
"I didn't feel like helping to open the hatch door so I climbed off the building, and found THIS under the doormat!" She held up a key and a note, which read Yo girls. I wasn't able to come around today, so here's your freaking key.
–Alec.
"I used it to get in." Private đã đưa ý kiến helpfully.
"Blasted boys," a very pissed Skipper muttered as she crouched down and grabbed the note, "Wouldn't the world be better off without them? Plus, why would he leave the dang key under the doormat? Who's gonna see it? And we had to go through all that trouble."
"Precisely," Walskia pouted and rubbed her knee. She had only worn a purple áo sơ mi and a short jean váy today, so her knee had to face the injury without any clothing over it.
"Well, come on down!" Private đã đưa ý kiến cheerfully. "It's bigger and mát, máy làm mát in here." And with that, she popped back down and the other three followed her through the hatchway and down a metal ladder.