Hello peoplez…this is Punkee Monkee, and this is my newest ficcy!! This story is co-written with my sister and brother. The main characters are Kara, Jamie-Leigh, and Tyler at the moment. Chapter one is Jamie-Leigh (Punkee Monkee), Chapter 2 is Tyler (My bro), and three is Kara (My sister).

This story is supposed to be in the form of a video game, but this is the best we can do!! Oh, and the mastermind behind Tyler is 8, so chapter 2 may sound like amateur writing, but his will be raw and will not be polished by me nor my sister. We will share what we write then post it on the site.

Oh, and SSS stands for Secret Service Society.

Claimer: This is the property of Punkee Monkee, her sister, and her brother. If this is duplicated, I have the right to sue you in the court of law. I’m serious. Now, please save you money and your life (pUnKeE mOnKeE iNdUcDeD hOmOcIdE)

Bio/Profile of Jamie-Leigh Blackstone:

Name: Jamie-Leigh Blackstone

Age: 22

Height: 5’2”

Weight: 98 lbs

Hair: Dirty blond, to the top of the rib cage (for girls, think of the bottom of your bra).

Eyes: One blue, one green (a green contact and a blue contact—likes the style).

Race: Caucasian

Short Bio: As a child, Jamie-Leigh (JL) was severely beaten by her abusive parents. Her mother and father were always fighting and on the verge of a divorce, and the only thing keeping them together was blaming their fights on their only daughter. Two days after JL’s 10th birthday, her father took out his gun and shot her twice in the left arm. JL survived, but her dad was sentenced for 25 years in prison for weapon misuse and child abuse, and her mother was sentenced 10 years for child abuse. 6 years into their sentences, they both committed suicide by ramming their heads into the cell wall. After her parents were thrown in prison, she lived on the streets, learning how to fight and protect herself. She soon became a good street fighter, and became the toughest girl in the alley she lived in. Still, she lived on Burger Mania garbage until she saw an article in the paper for a fighting competition. She entered, and won 10,000 and the best gun that has ever been created. There is only one other gun like this, and this one is even stronger…and it belongs to her uncle. She asked him for a loan when she was on the streets, and he refused, and almost shot her, but missed and hit a wall.

Fighting Statz:

Strength: Medium

Defense: Low

Agility/Speed: High

“And the champion of the Five Borough Fist-Fighting Competition leaves yet another opponent in the state of unconsciousness.” The ring of the announcer’s voice echoed through the arena as the audience cheered.

The champion, a young woman with long, blond hair, pumped her fist in the air in victory as the crowd roared at the defeat of the amateur who had the guts to challenge her. “YEAH!” she yelled, but the sound was deteriorated by the sound of the rallied crowd. She took a short bow, then rushed to her dressing room where her friends greeted her.

“Jamie-Leigh, what a fight!” her friend, Alana squealed ecstatically.

“You pulverized him!” another friend, Melanie added enthusiastically.

“You so totally rocked out there.” Her other friend, Claudia patted her friend’s back.

“Thanks guys. He was fast, but I was able to give him a good kick in the nuts.” Jamie-Leigh laughed.

“You certainly did,” replied Melanie.

“I totally wish that I could fight. But since I broke my arm trying to do a jump kick, I decided it wasn’t for me.” Claudia added.

“Can you stop saying ‘totally’? You’ve been using it way too often lately.” Jamie-Leigh took off her fighting shirt and put on her blue pheasant shirt.

“Sorry, but I’m just so mesmerized at your talent, girl.” Claudia took a piece of gum from her purse and began chewing it.

“Awww…thanks girl.” Jamie-Leigh gave her friend a short hug then put on a pair on Aeropostale jeans.

“You deserve it. You are such a talented fighter. I mean, you won Five Boroughs! That is the most prestigious honor a fist-fighter can receive.” Alana exclaimed.

“Hey, I trained hard for 12 years. That’s more than half my life, girl!” Jamie-Leigh took her hair out of its ponytail and began spraying showerless shampoo (its this stuff that you spray it in your hair and it makes your hair look less shiny and smell better) in it, then brushed it.

“But there were some guys who had trained for much longer. And we are talking about BIG, BURLY men.” Alana pointed out.

“We are also talking about BIG, BURLY, INCREDIBLY SLOW MEN.” Jamie-Leigh packed her fighting clothes in her gym bag and stood up.

“Well, if you’re ready, lets go to lunch!” Melanie stated, pointing to the exit sign outside the dressing room.

The foursome hopped in their cars and sped off to their favorite restaurant, Anderson’s.

“One diet coke.” Jamie-Leigh told the waiter who was ordering drinks.

“I’ll have what she’s having.” Melanie added.

“One coffee with milk, please.” Alana replied.

“Black tea, please.” Claudia set her menu down and folded her hands in her lap.

“Thank you, I’ll bring it as soon as I can.” The waiter turned on his heel and headed towards the next table.

“So, who is the next loser you’re fighting?” Claudia asked, tucking a lock of her dark hair behind her ear.

“Zinnia Barley. Some girl from Brooklyn.” Jamie-Leigh answered, looking through the menu.

“You’ll kick her butt.” Melanie said encouragingly, looking at the salad section in her menu.

“Uh, duh.” Jamie-Leigh stared at the burgers, thinking about what she should have.

“Just remember that she has no nuts, so that doesn’t work.” Alana reminded her.

“Chest elbow. She’ll be crying for her mommy soon enough.” Melanie added.

“That’s what I was thinking. But its predictable, and she might be waiting for it. I’ll need to surprise her.” Jamie-Leigh pointed out.

“You’re right. But what?” Melanie asked.

“Here are your drinks,” the waiter set the beverages on the table. “Now, what would you ladies like to eat?”

“An Anderson burger, two chicken salads, and a garden salad.” Jamie-Leigh told the waiter.

He scribbled something on his pad of paper, then said, “Your food will be here momentarily.”

Alana took a sip of her coffee. “Oh, who’s that cute guy over there?”

“Jerry Belington.” Melanie said boredly as she sipped her diet coke.

“Eww…” Alana said, “That looks like him now that I think about it.”

“Were you trying to matchmaker me again?” Jamie-Leigh said seriously.

“No…” Alana’s eyes averted, dodging Jamie-Leigh’s eyes as she smiled sheepishly. JL hated being matchmaked.

“You are such a bad liar. Oh, and I’m too busy in my career for boys.” Jamie-Leigh played with the straw in her diet coke.

“Well, you have never dated…you can’t be afraid of guys just…just because your dad shot you.” Alana trembled, immediately wishing she could eat her words.

“What did you say?” Jamie-Leigh’s jaw twitched as she used all her self-control to avoid choking her friend.

“I said…nothing…” Alana trembled, leaning towards Melanie in fear.

“That’s what I thought.” Jamie-Leigh breathed in.

“So, how do you think you are going to beat Zinnia?” Claudia asked, taking as sip of tea.

“Still deciding. Maybe flyer’s kick then a palm slap.” Jamie-Leigh suggested.

“Might work. Just show me and then I can decide if it’ll work.” Claudia said, jotting it down on her pad labeled “JL’s Fights”.

“But remember, we need some defensive moves if she gets away and attacks you.” Melanie added.

“Your right. I can double back flip over her and give her a head chopper.” Jamie-Leigh recommended.

“Hard to block that, but that guy in the finals almost got you by reversing it.” Alana piped up.

“Alana, do you have your laptop with you?” Jamie-Leigh asked her friend, seeming to forget their little ‘argument’.

“Yeah, why?” Alana asked, pulling out her notebook computer.

“I need you to go on and look up Zinnia Barley for me.” Jamie-Leigh said as Alana turned the computer on and waited for it to boot.

“You’re getting stats on her?” Melanie asked.

“Yup. I’ve never gone against her before, so I need to prepare.” Jamie-Leigh said, taking the chance to look at the dessert menu.

“Well…read this.” Alana pointed to the screen. It read:

Statz For Zinnia Barley

Name: Zinnia Grace Barley

Age: 16

Height: 5’4”

Weight: 120 lbs.

Experience: 8 years.

Battle:

Attack: Low

Defense: Low

Speed: Medium High.

“She makes Giorgio (the 2nd placeman of Five Boroughs) look like a super fighter. She stinks!” Melanie exclaimed as she gaped at the computer screen.

“Yeah, she isn’t too good. But we still should treat her like a true opponent. This was updated six weeks ago. Who knows how good she has gotten since then?” Jamie-Leigh said, taking a sip of her diet coke.

Suddenly, the familiar tune of Whiskey Lullaby (my current favorite song!!) rang through the air as Jamie-Leigh dove into her purse for her flip-phone. “Excuse me, girls,” she said as she fled to the bathroom. “Hello, this is Jamie-Leigh Blackstone.”

“Hello, this is Pamela Sanchez, from the SSS. I have heard that you have one Five Boroughs.” The voice said in a serious tone.

“Yes, that would be correct.” She answered, having no clue what was going on.

“Miss. Blackstone, we need you to come to the SSS building in Manhattan. Can you be there in less than 1 hour?” Pamela asked in the same serious tone.

“I think so. So, where is the building?” she asked, getting a pad of paper from her purse.

“The intersection of 47th East Street and Main Avenue (I have no idea if these are real roads, but I’m making things up!!)” Pamela answered.

“Ok, I’ll be there.” Jamie-Leigh replied, hitting the off button on her phone.

“Girls, I have to go. I’ll be back soon.” She yelled to her friends as she exited the restaurant, got in her car, and sped off the Manhattan.

‘Okay, I’m in Manhattan now, where is 47th East street…aha! Right! Now we need to find Main Avenue…There, that must be the SSS building,” she thought during her 40-minute trip. She got out of the car and closed the door loudly, as it was a fast way to lock it. She rushed up to the SSS building. She ran up to the lady at the front desk.

“Hello, where would Pamela Sanchez be?” Jamie-Leigh panted.

“Second Floor, Third door on the left.” She replied.

“Thank you.” Jamie-Leigh said as she ran to the levitating disk (disk that goes up and down…kind of like an elevator—but faster) and rode to the second floor.

She sprinted down the hallway to the third…and last…door on the left. When she entered, she heard a familiar voice. “So you have decided to show up. Take a seat down here and meet the others.”

Well, that marks the end of chapter one. Remember reviews quicker updates. I truly don’t get the point of writing on this site just to get no feedback. I truly don’t like people that say, “I’ll need reviews to continue”, but I can’t believe I’m saying this myself. Truthfully, I want at least 5 reviews to continue. But I have a tendency to overlook it if I’m getting really nice reviews. REVIEW PLEASE!!

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