!!!^%^!@# (Kayla and myself)

Krissy:

I smiled. “That is a good reason, how do you feel?” I asked her heading to the stairs.

Ebony:

"Weird." I said truthfully. "I would be more girly, but I don't have any skirts or dresses." I said looking down at my pants and T-shirt.

Krissy:

I smiled. “I can't help you there, I don't have any myself except for fancy ones.” I said with a shrug going down the steps two at a time.

Ebony:

I nodded. "I have money to go shopping sometime, but its just not fun going alone." I said then shrugged. I peeked into Michael's room and saw that it was empty. I raised an eyebrow at it then shrugged again before skipping down stairs after Krissy.

Krissy:

“Go with Kyle.” I told her, shopping held no fun for me no matter what, I didn't mind going when I really needed to but if I didn't?

Ebony:

I looked at her horrified. "Right, because a guy would understand clothes....not that I understand it....but still!"

Krissy:

I laughed. “He would be able to tell what looks good on you. He doesn't have bad taste. Besides, I always go for what is most comfortable.” I said with a shrug.

Ebony:

"So do I." I said smiling. "The pajama's I wear are too small for me, but they are really, really comfortable." I said happily.

Krissy:

I grinned. “Comfortability is superior to looks I think, its one reason I like working at the hospital, scrubs are comfortable.”

Ebony:

I grinned back at her. "So what are our plans for today?" I asked curiously.

Krissy:

“I think we are going to the hill later tonight, that's why Kyle left...” I said and trialed off. “Good morning Ebony.” My dad said coming in from the office. “Or rather, early afternoon.”

Ebony:

"Good morning sir!" I said bowing from the waist respectfully to him. I went into the kitchen and poured myself a glass of milk.

Krissy:

He smiled at me as I followed her into the kitchen. “Can I ask you some thing, Ebony?” I asked sitting on the counter.

Ebony:

I sat down on the floor, my back against a cabinet next to Krissy. "Of course." I said sipping at my milk for a moment before looking up at her.

Krissy:

I chewed on my lip for a moment before asking, “Why don't you like being an assassin?”

Ebony:

I chocked on my milk a bit and then looked at the ground. "I...I don't like killing people...no matter what they have done, I can't ever think of a good reason for anyone to die..." I said softly setting my milk aside and hugging my knees.

Krissy:

I laid on my side on the counter. I started telling her what happened last night. “He killed a kid, Ebony, younger than us, you don't think you should have died? I know he has probably killed more than that.... I wanted to kill him.” I said quietly.

Ebony:

"So has Michael, Kyle, and your father...does that mean they deserves to die?" I asked softly looking at the floor. "People kill, but that doesn't give us the right to kill them."

Krissy:

“But he was just a kid and I am sure he didn't do any thing wrong. Michael and Kyle don't just kill for no reason, right? Ebony, you don't think some people deserve to die? What about some one who tortures people before they kill them, you wouldn't think they would deserve to die?”

Ebony:

I shrugged. "I just can't kill people. It breaks my heart everytime..." I said softly closing my eyes.

Krissy:

I watched out the window as I said very quietly, “I want to be an assassin.”

Ebony:

"I want to help people." I said just as quietly. A rueful laugh escaped out of me. "Its like the prince and the pauper." I remarked.

Krissy:

“Does it really have to be one or the other, though?” I asked biting on my lip still.

Ebony:

I shrugged a bit. "I don't know, but if you want to be an assassin, your family plus Eric can teach you."

Krissy:

“I guess, I know some already.” I said quietly sitting back uo on the counter with my legs hanging down.