Hailey was about to say something to Kuroi, until her cellphone began ringing to the tune of 'milkshake' by Kelis. "Just a sec, Kuroi." Hailey went to the stairs, or a private place to talk to whoever had called. "Hello?" The voice the line had said. Hailey smiled, she knew that voice, it was her Aunt Senora. "Hi Aunt Senora." She told her Aunt. "Oh Hailey dear, I just heard the awful news, he died talking to you didn't he?"

Hailey smiled. "Yeah."

"I know, I know, I'm here in Turkey, so, look in your mailbox, there's a surprise for you. Don't thank me, I'm a little busy right now with you father. So check, if there's any questions, text me."

"Okay, thank you Aunt Senora." "Your welcome sweetie." Hailey hung up on the phone and ran the the mailbox. She rummaged through it and finally found an orange packet that read it was from Aunt Senora. What could this be?She opened it up and gasped. Gasped with a noise. Oh my god! No! It can't be! It's like, I'm a getting a miracle all the time! Hailey smiled as she held up the plane tickets...To Turkey. But she wasn't going to use it for herself, she was going to give it to someone.

"Hey Kuroi! Surprise!" Hailey said with the same smile he had given when he gave her the tickets. "My Aunt sent them to me, isn't this great? Now you come along with me!" Hailey knew that Kuroi couldn't turn down THIS offer. "Besides, travelling to a far land is very dangerous for a girl like me. I could be raped on the plane, or kidnapped or murdered in the hotel..."

"Oh man Kaydee i am sorry to hear that." *Jordan then gave kaydee a hung* "You want to go for lunch or something. help you ease the pain?"

"Sure." Kaydee said after she hugged Jordan. He was being awefully nice to her today but Kaydee was okay with it. She looked down. "Let me change real quick." she said before going back to her room. She grabbed a pair of dark blue skinny jeans and a white red and black Norma Jean shirt and then slipped her shoes on and sprayed some perfume and ran a brush through her hair. She went back to Jordan. "Okay I'm ready."

"All right then lets go then" *He then walked out the front door and went down to the van he hit the unlock button and then hopped it. He then waited for Kaydee to come*

Kaydee followed him out and walked over to his van and got in. "Nice car." she said with a smile as she put her seatbelt on.

*He smiled back*"Thanks" *he then put it in reverse. turned around in the parking lot and drove away. After about 5 minute of driving he pulled in to the Chicken Chef Resturant parking lot. He spoke to Kaydee just as he was parking.* "so where you from?"

"Canada. You?" Kaydee asked. She unbuckled her seatbelt and smiled at him.

"Whoa really? Thats where i am from to. What province. I am from Ontario." *Jordan was surpirsed that find out that Kaydee was also from canada. He then opened the door and got out of the van. and turned to look at Kaydee. he really want to know what part she was from*

"British Columbia." Kaydee said as she also got out. "That's kind of weird." she said talking about the fact that both of them were from Canada and neither of them knew until now. It was weird but in a good way.

Name: Mike Taydr (Prefers to be called Zavv)
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Personality: A rather stand-offish individual. Though he is polite and gives respect, he has trouble socializing. Loves the colors black and red, and always shows it through his clothing. Listening to music, and reading books are two things you will see him doing almost all of the time. Avoids crowds if he can, and likes only one on one conversations when they do happen.
Appearance:


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Mike pulled up to the beach house on a motorcycle, a small crouch rocket of sorts, his black leather jacket flailing wildly amongst the clouds of sand behind the wheel of his bike. Rolling to a stop next to the massive house that was to be a home for him for a while, he let the bike cut off, and pocketed his keys. Black shades covered his unnaturally red eyes, behind a sheet of platinum hair as he looked around. He felt it was right, kicking the stand out on the cycle, he dismounted. Looking around once more, he turned about, untied a bag that was strapped to the back of the bike, and flung over his shoulder and began walking up the stairs to the front of the house. Reaching in his pocket, he pulled out a small, worn, red, book, and with a lazy face he opened it with his thumb to a marked page, and began to read. The spine of the book showed in faded gold letters, "E.A.P : An Anthology" He reached the door, with the hand he was holding the book with, rang the bell waiting for someone to answer...if there was anyone to answer at all.