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((ooo. ok smile I'm still confused though: I'm at a different time as you two then, right? Because Prom can't be at the same time as the time school starts, even if it is different schools (high school and college, respectively).

Freshmen at our school don't get to go to prom. Lucky ducks razz ))

((Lolx same here, we don't go unless a senior or junior takes us. I'm a freshman and is only 14 lolx. So no worries. I'm making this up. >.< Umm yea I don't know....Lolx))

Getting majorly frustrated Danica pulled the dagger out and held it at her side. She walked over to Lewis and stood at the other side of his desk. "You're pushing my limit. I want you to stop the cloneing. If you don't my group and I will make sure you do. I'm just a messanger, but I have permission to get rid of you."

Danella chated on myspace for a while.

Lewis sighed. "Didn't I tell you already? Even if you kill me, the production won't stop. DB Corp is only one of the many companies producing Doubles. And my company won't die even when I'm gone." He stood and looked down at her. "I know many other kids with the same story as you. But if you think that your family will accept you just after you murder someone, you're wrong. Instead of taking out your loss on other people, why don't you take this up with your own family?"

((ooo. haha. There is a Homecoming Game, for sports, but the Homecoming Dance is for alumni. Thanks anyways biggrin ))


Atesia had fallen asleep standing up, leaving Mariah feeling somewhat lonely. She stared at the artificial pond in the giant backyard and was sad it was not yet winter, when the pond would freeze over and she could go ice skating at any time.

A week of no practice. No competitions. No training. No school. What am I going to do this week?
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So much to do, so little time! Neti thought, counting off the things she would have to do. Homecoming at the high school is in only a week! I need to get a dress, shoes, a hair stylist, a makeup artist, and a date! I suppose I could ask one of the athletes, but whom? I need to meet more people. Mariah's contacts simply aren't enough!

((Really? Huh. Weirdities. Dunno then sweatdrop sorry))

Mariah stood and stretched. She wasn't inclined to train, not after a particularly trying tour for swimming and horseback racing, but neither was she inclined to sit around.

She ensured Atesia was secure in the backyard and left the shack and wandered to town, wondering what to do with her free week.

(I made edits for Lewis's personal history in his bio and in his first post.)

Lewis sighed, stretching after a day's hard work. A beep sounded as the intercom over his desk turned on. "Sir, another Double's come for a checkup. It's Nerfertiti Iekelazi and her mother... Since all of the other project officers are on break, would you like to attend to them?"

"I'll do that," he replied happily, "and more! Isn't Jam Lane here today?"

"Miss Phyllis, you mean? Yes, but..."

"This is the perfect opportunity to show off one of our finished projects, Matthew! Tell them I'll be right down."

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Phyllis made her way to the largest and most popular shopping center in the city. She looked to the enormous, shining structure of the department store, then to the dinky looking outdoor supermarket on the other side. When she was still living with her family, she would have headed straight to the mall to indulge in little baubles and presents she knew would make her old friends at school laugh in delight. But now, after being cast out...
Did it really matter anymore?
Mom would have preferred it if I stuck to my research, she thought, and turned for home. To MARK.

"Ms. Iekelazi?"

Neti snapped out of her musing and followed Tana and the nurse into a room.

"Mr. Lewis, how marvelous to see you again," Tana greeted. "This is my daughter, the double, Nefertiti."

Neti smiled and curtseyed politely, not knowing what else she was to do. The hi-tech office didn't strike her as a doctorly place and make her uneasy, but at the same time made her calm, as if she'd been returned to another home.

"Hello there, Nefertiti," Lewis pasted on one of his wide smiles again. "I remember you. The shopping girl, was it?" Without waiting for an answer, he whipped out his clipboard and poised his pen over the paper excitedly. "Well, let's see. I'll interview you, Mrs. Iekelazi."

He went on to inquire about customer satisfaction with DBC's product, and whether the replacement had gone smoothly and completely.

"And," he added, turning to Nerfertiti "Remember that you're like everyone else. You may have been born in a different way, but you have just as much of a right to live as a human as your Original."

Finishing with those cryptic words, he sent Mrs. Iekelazi and Nefertiti on their way.