Don't Ask Don't Tell

After I had managed to get away from the five hormonal teenagers, I decided to go for a walk around London. In other words, go somewhere private to read the files on the usb. The agency had given me an apartment where I could work on the case in private. When I arrived at the apartment I grabbed the laptop sitting on the coffe table and got to work. ::::::two hours later::::::::: Why was I given a file of drug dealers? I'm confused. Ohhhhh, shit. Looks like the football coach is involved. Okay, I get it now. Bust the coach. Yeahhhhh, doesn't look easy. Well, I guess I got what I need. Grabbing my things and shutting everything down, I was out the door. I think I'll grab some coffee, get a solid excuse for being out. "Watch it bitch! If you ruin my nails I'll make sure the whole Bedrock Academy Cheerleading Squad goes after you!" Wow, someones cranky. "Oh shut up, I don't care," was my simple response. "Bitch!" "Bitch? I'm the cheer captain, so you can shut up!" "Ohhhhh, uh oh." I didn't even respond I just turned and headed right in to starbucks. Let the drama begin!

Notes

Sorry its short, I've been sick, my grandpa was in the hospital, and I had to go to a college rifle match (i'm only in junior high) sooo, I've been busy. Ugh, if only I had more time!