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Date Posted: 09:27:01 06/13/06 Tue
Author: Reese
Subject: Inside
In reply to: Braden 's message, "inside" on 09:18:34 06/13/06 Tue

(He hated this part of his job... informing parents of dead soldiers and dropping off their orphaned kids.. it was always an argument. He held up a hand to stop the other man from speaking.) I've me orders, sir. I'm te leave Ms. Krevits in yer custody until ye've decided to keep it or appeal it. (He was about to keep talking, but the 'girl' behind him had had enough.) (The rage was boiling inside her, sparked on by the pain, hurt and confusion she was feeling and intensified by the lonliness.. they were talking about her like she wasn't in the room or old enough to understand and either option pissed her off. She was almost eighteen and a hell of a lot smarter than people gave her credit for.) Will both of you shut up? I can speak for myself.. I don't need a goddamn parent. (Her silvery blue eyes were fierce as she stood there, her arms behind her back in the cuffs and her stance as proud as she could muster with all of her 5'4" height.) I am not a kid, I can take care of myself. (She tried to jerk her arm away from the officer, but he held fast, so she stomped on his foot with her combat boots and only got a foot before he had his hand on her arm again. She growled in frustration, tears welling in her pretty eyes.. she was scared and she had no idea what to do.. so she was fighting back.)

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