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Its has no name this story just wrote it lol. Here goes :)



Chapter 1



Justin, a 15 year old, brown haired, blueish eyed and energetic guy, was walking down the beach watching the afternoon sun go down in the horizon.

"What pretty colours." He said in a dreamy voice.

He continued walking, looking at the sand as he walked. Bam! Out of the sand shot two blue arms, holding a plastic bag, directly in front of Justins face.

"Ahhh!" Justin yelled in fright stumbling backward. The arms waved around in front of him until they stopped and up from underneath the sand jumped Sam.

"Muahahaha!" Sam yelled then started laughing insanely at Justins face. Sam, the trick genius, is 14 and has brown hair, he is pretty cool but can be quite annoying sometimes. Especially when he sees or hears something embarrassing about you and tells the whole town!

"Man! You scared me, you, you ... baboon!" Justin said shoving Sam irritably.

Sam again burst out laughing.

"Man, that was the best trick yet! If only someone had been filming you! We could have won thousands on Funniest Home Vidoes!"

Sam had been trying to save up for his dream vacation to America, to go paint balling and snow boarding ... at the same time.

"Yeah, I'd become a movie star." Justin said bluntly, brushing of imaginary pieces of sand.

"More like a klutz star!" Sam replied still laughing.

"Thanks Sam, you are the best encourager I know."

"Ha ha, well, come on Justy, you gotta admit it was pretty funny!"

"Yeah, hilarious."

"Come on, lighten up."

"Lighten up? Lighten up?! How about this for lighten up!" Justin tackled Sam and they both toppled to the ground.

"Hey, no fair!" Sam yelled.

"No fair?"

"Yeah," said Sam struggling under Justin's grip, "I wasn't ready for you!"

"Too bad." Justin replied giving Sam one last squash, just for good measure, then got up.

"Man, you guys can't fight for peanuts!"

The duo whirled around and saw Wayde, 16, brother to Justin, black hair, adventurous personality and part-time weight lifter, coming down the beach with no shirt on.

"Where's your shirt?" Sam said looking at Waydes bare chest.

"Thought I'd come down and catch some of the sun's rays."

"Rays?" Justin said, "The sun has nearly gone down."

"Well, there was some sun still out when I came here."

"Guess what! I scared ..." Sam was cut off as Justin put his hand over Sams mouth.

"Gef youf hanf offa my fafe!" Sam muffled through Justins hand.

Justin released his hand off of Sams mouth and said quickly, "Sam you don't have to tell him!"

"AW! Come on, it was funny!"

"Funny?!"

"What's funny?" Said Wayde butting in.

Sam looked at Justin.

"Might as well tell it, man ... I'll never hear the end of this." Justin muttered.

"I scared him ... sooo bad. Man, it was hilarious."

"What?" Wayde said in confusion.

"He was walking, I stuck my hands up, he ..."

Sam couldn't go on because he had started laughing again.

"What happened?" Wayde said turning to Justin.

"I was walking down the beach and he was hiding underneath the sand. I didn't see him so when I walked past he jumped up and scared me. Simple." Justin replied in a non-interested voice.

"Oh, what's with the blue arms and plastic bag, Sam?" Wayde said looking at Sam.

"Huh? Uh yeah, I thought it would look cool if I stuck blue arms up through the sand instead of normal arms. You know, make him ... I dunno, confused? And I had to breathe didn't I? I made a round pocket of air underneath the sand, with the bag, then stuck my head into the bag ... and presto you have your very own under-sand breathing machine! On sale now for $2.50."

"Dude, you go so cheap." Wayde replied looking rather amused.

"I need to go to the rest rooms." Justin said walking in the rest room direction. The other two followed him up to the parking lot where the rest rooms were.

"Just be a sec." Justin said squeezing his legs every few seconds. Justin, in obvious need of relief, sped around the corner and into the rest rooms. Ladies rest rooms that is.

"Ahhh!"

Sam and Wayde heard a yell of terror from inside. Sam looked up and saw a ladies rest room sign where Justin had entered. Justin came running out and sped around the other side to the mens rest rooms with a toilet roll flying out after him. Wayde and Sam started laughing crazily.

"Wonder who's in there?!" Sam said laughing loudly.

Just then a teenage girl poked her head around the corner of the girls rest rooms, saw Sam and Wayde laughing their heads off, scowled, then ducked back in. A second later she reappeared carrying her purse and took off down the beach pathway. Then Wayde started laughed big, hard guffaws with Sam laughing along beside him.

Just then Justin came walking slowly around the corner, clutching his stomach. He saw the other two laughing and said, "Just you say something! Make my day." Justin challenged.

Then he started walking down the pathway that lead back to where the roads that went to his house were.

Wayde and Sam started following and after a while they had quieted down.

"Finished?" Justin said sarcastically.

"Yeah, all done," Sam said with a ridiculous grin spread across his face.

"Man, If only we'd filmed you!" Wayde replied with an equally goofy grin across his face. Justin just rolled his eyes at Sam and continued walking.

Wayde, feeling sorry for his brother, said, "That was the most pathetic thing you've ever done! Walking into ladies rest rooms? Har har har!"

Justin knew Wayde was just teasing and said, "Thanks Wayde, your the best brother in the world."

"What are brothers for?" He said shrugging his shoulders.

"That's right, what are they for?" Justin muttered.

After a few more minutes they had reached the roads were their homes were and the trio went their separate ways.



Early the next day ...



"You wanna piece of meeeee? Yaaaaa!"

"Justin? What in the world are you doing?"

"I'm practicing my fighting skills. Hiiiyaa!"

"Fighting skills? You have no fighting skills! I saw you with Sam."

"Well, Wayde, for your information, we were just mucking around."

"Really? Then why are you practicing for?"

"Just in case ..."

"In case?"

"Right! Hiyaaaa!"

"Oh man." Wayde said and turned his stereo up a notch.

"Wayde! Turn it down a bit!"

"Huh?" Wayde yelled back to Justins shout.

"Turn it off!"

"What!?"

Justin stomped over and flicked the ON switch to OFF.

"Hey! Why'd ya do that for?!" Wayde asked, suprised.

"Can't you hear someone knocking?"

"No."

"Course you can't ... You've got that music blasting in your ears ... I mean, come on, what if it's Melanie?" Justin said to Wayde, referring to a girl in Waydes school class, while sticking out his tongue at him and walking towards the door.

"Noone sticks their tongue out at me, boy!" Wayde yelled and jumped on Justin as he was opening the door. Bang! The door hit the wall as it flew open.

"Wayde, get off me!"

"Not a chance!"

"Wayde!"

"You want to try out your fighting skills? Try them on me!" Wayde replied laughing hysterically, oblivious to the fact that a lady was standing in the open doorway staring at them fighting.

"Wayde, there's someone at the door!" That stopped Wayde in a hurry.

"Huh?" Wayde said getting up and brushing himself off.

"Oh ... uh hi ... um ... I think I hear the phone ... gotta run!" Wayde took off down the hall and into the lounge room.

"Uh right ... um can I help you with something?" Justin said turning to the lady.

"Uh yes ..." The lady replied, still recovering from shock, "My names Majorie Williams and I'm here to ask you a few questions ..." She paused looking at Justin, fidgeting and scratching as if she had a cat down her dress.

"Well ... what are they?" Justin replied slowly losing his patience with this nerve racking woman.

"Oh yes ... um ... what I would like to ask you may be a bit strange but is it ok if I continue?"

"Yessss." Justin replied trying to keep his cool.

"Ok well, I would like to ask you if you and your family were going away this holiday week coming?" She paused again, scratched some more, then waited. Justin thought this was a bit of a rude question so he said, "Uh why?"

"Why? Oh. Um ... Well, I am a cleaner and I would like to clean your whole house for you." She replied as if she was reciting a memory verse.

"Well, can't you do that while we are here?"

"Uh ... you see ... I work much better alone that's all. Yes! Much better alone!" She replied as if she had just found out how to safely land on Mars.

"Uh ... sorry but I don't think it's such a good idea , but thanks anyway."

The lady glared at Justin angrily and stormed back down the driveway. He quickly shut the door. He peeked through the little spy hole in the middle of the door until he saw the woman start walking back down the pathway. Suddenly something like a photo or something fell out of her purse bag. She stopped suddenly, turned around and bent down to pick up her photo, revealing what was inside her bag. Then she twirled back around, got in her car and took off down the road.

Justin sucked in a big breath of air.

Just then Wayde came walking around the corner.

"What was that all about?" He asked.

"You heard?"

"Yeah, I heard, are you all right? You look like you've cracked mum's favourite flower vase."

Justin just looked at Wayde.

"You didn't break the vase did you?" Wayde asked in concern.

"No, It's that lady ... she's strange. Very strange."

"You mean besides the fact that she can't speak without blinking a hundred miles an hour, pausing after every sentence and fidgeting and scratching like her nails are going outta fashion?"

"Besides that."

"Oh."

"You don't know what I saw in her bag."

"A purse? A kitten? A pie? I don't know. What did you see?"

"She had a g - g - gun in her purse."

"A gun?"

"A gunnn." Suddenly Justin felt woozy.

"Are you sure? A gun! What is she doing with a gun? Are you sure your all right? You look ..." Wayde could say no more. Justin had fainted.



(chapter 2 will be up soon :)

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