short story

Anyway, I was feeling bored trying not to go to sleep tonight, so I decided I'd hop on the creative bandwagon and write a short story. (Just about everybody seems to be having all these artsy-fartsy blogs these days...) So this is basically a sort of a crime story parody...thing. Can't think of a title. I think I've just exhausted all of my creativity for tonight. :)
Anyway, here you go!

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All right. Let's start with this story. First, introductions.
My name is Rosa. I'm 14 years old. Until recently, I was living happily with my family. Well, maybe not so happily. Well, okay, so I was a little spoiled brat and I hated it, but still.
It all started when I couldn't get to sleep. It was a school night, and it was 1am, and I should have been snoring and drooling, but I just couldn't. I tried, I honestly did. I'd taken sleeping pills and read to make my eyes tired and done workouts a hundred laps in my room so that I wanted to go to sleep like heck, but just couldn't. Insomnia sucks.
That was when I decided to go out into my garden and just sit down and relax in the moonlight. Just this impulse that I had. I trudged barefoot out of the house and sat down on a dew-wet bench in the front garden. I stayed there for a couple of seconds and contemplated the moon. Once I decided I'd contemplated it enough and was wondering why the heck I'd even bothered to come out anyway, I turned around.
That was when something cold and hard pressed against my neck and I heard a husky voice say, "Come with me or I shoot."
I felt my body go suddenly cold and adrenaline rush through my veins. So much for me sleeping tonight.
I walked forward, going wherever the person told me to. He was placed behind me, so I couldn't see him, only hear his large footsteps and massive weight behind me. Whoever he was, he was humongous, and there was no way I'd be able to fight him.
"Um," I said, "If you don't mind me asking, Mr. Big Person, but just what is it that you want to do?"
"No questions," he said. "You are Rosa Sinclaire?"
"That's me," I said, gulping.
"And your father is Harvey Sinclaire, head of the Sinclaire Bank chain?"
"That's right," I said. "Look, I think I know where this is going. If you want to keep me hostage or something, I don't think that's gonna work."
"Oh, I'm sure it'll be fine," the man said.
"No, really!"
"Of course, honey." I wasn't really sure how I felt about being called "honey" by a man threatening me with a gun.
You know, the whole irony of the thing was, that it was then that I started to feel sleepy.
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"Well, here we are at the bank," said the man. "If you don't mind, I'm going to do a bit of shouting and threatening right now."
"Oh, I don't mind at all," I said scathingly. He ignored my sarcasm.
"Hello, everybody! If you don't give me $1 billion in cash right now, I'm afraid I'll have to shoot this nice young lady here!"
I tried to yell something, but he brought his arm up and covered my mouth, and my shout was muffled.
We were attracting a huge crowd, and the employees working their night shift were pouring out of the building and milling around indecisively, waiting for a message from the higher-ups. It was one of the most surreal moments of my life.
In the midst of all the shouting and whispering came a smooth voice saying, "If you don't hand her over in five seconds, you're dead."
I looked up. Standing in front of me was a small person wearing an overly large detective coat and a matching detective hat. He looked tiny compared to the hulk behind me.
"Are you crazy?!" I tried to yell. But with the massive hand in front of my mouth, it ended up being, "Mr funh krnhuh?!"
He looked at me, and for the first time I saw his face. "I'm sorry," he said. "This will be over soon."
My eyes widened and I really began to struggle. That idiot's face...he couldn't be more than sixteen!
The boy launched himself at the man. What followed immediately took over as the most surreal moment of my life.
They were both moving so fast, I could barely follow them. In one moment, the boy was on one side of the man, then on the other, aiming punches and kicks. The man was big and strong, but slow, and he didn't stand a chance against the boy. Eventually the boy managed to get the upper hand, and the man was helpless.
The policemen came over with handcuffs for the man, but the boy stopped them. "Please," he said, "let me. I'm the only one who knows how to really take care of him. Your jails won't be able to do that."
"What are you saying?" asked the policeman.
The boy leaned in very closely and whispered, "Have you ever heard...of superheroes?"
The policeman went pale. "You can't possibly mean..."
"Oh, I do," said the boy.
The police let him leave with the man.
That was when I heard a reporter's camera clicking, and voices saying things like, "Where is that boy? Where is that girl? Oh, the poor thing..."
I quickly ran off after the mysterious pair, staying behind them and silently following them. The man was laughing.
"Master Caspian, that was excellent! 'Have you ever heard of superheroes...'"
"Yes, Lumiere, it was pretty good. But don't call me 'master'."
"Yes, Master Caspian. Is this where we agreed to meet Don?"
"It is."
"I wonder how much he managed to get?"
"Hopefully a lot. We went to all this bother."
A new, unfamiliar voice whispered from the shadows, "It was a lot."
Caspian looked bored. "Hello, Don. You do startle people, sneaking around like that."
Lumiere wiped his forehead with a handkerchief. "Must you be so sudden?" he asked. "You almost gave me a heart attack."
"Sorry," said Don unapologetically. "Couldn't resist it." He came out of the shadows. He was a small and stooped man, with uncut tangled black hair and an unshaven look to him. "But we got tons of dough!"
That was when I couldn't take it anymore. I stepped out from my hiding spot. "You're bank robbers," I said.
They all turned around and stared at me.
"Who's this?" asked Caspian.
"That's Rosa Sinclaire," said Lumiere. "She's the one I held hostage."
"Oh, her," said Caspian. To me he said, "Well done, Rosa. What are you going to do now that you've found us out? Call the police?"
Before I could stop myself, I blurted out, "Let me join you!"
There was a long silence, eventually broken by Don.
"What?" said Don. "A little squirt like you? And a girl? What would we do with you?"
I ignored his sexist remark. "Well, for one thing, your plans could use a lot of working on. This one went fine, but what if you let another person found you out and called the police? And what if a banker were to go inside and use the phone? You need a lot more strategy than that if you want to get away with a bank robbery!"
Caspian looked at me. "What's your name again?"
"Rosa Sinclaire," I said.
He turned around and started walking away. I felt my legs grow numb with disappointment. I knew it...I knew he'd never let me...
"You're in," he said. "Welcome to the family."
I smiled and chased after them, into the growing sunrise rising above the city.
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Eh, I'm not really happy about it. Sort of last-minute and badly paced. What do you think?
I have more stuff planned along this storyline, but I don't think I'll be putting it in my blog. It would mess up the whole copyright thing.

Well, in half an hour I'll have to wake my parents up and everything will be in total chaos for a while. I'll probably blog again when we arrive in Serbia.

Until then,
Blue