Book One-In the Beginning..

Yes. The Genrations of Pearlz, were held on...er...hold for a while. But, the Rockin Pearlz are happy to announce- They are bouncing right back...


Our story starts, with 26 year old Kimmi.

Name ring a bell? Haha..Kimmi, Kimmi Mewcutie Alexandra-Phoenix...

Well, lets start..


"Perfect! Move your head to the side..There we go!" *FLASH! Whiiirrr*

*Flash*

"THAT MOVE AGAIN!" Shouted the photographer.

Kimmi posed.

*FLASH*

"There we go. Great. I think we'll call it a day." The photographer smiled.
"Whoopee." Kimmi giggled.
"Hey, Kim! Check out the photos!" Called her agent.

Kimmi gingerly waded through the artificial sea, and padded out to the computer screen. Then gasped.

"Wow. They're amazing." Kimmi complemented, Long golden hair covering half her face.

"I know!! " Her agent giggled.




Her agent, Lucinda, was in her thirties, hair in a Sleek, black bob, she was Kimmis best friend.

"Hey Kim. I need to talk to you in private." Lucinda whispered. The photographer leaned in.

"PRIVATE." Coughed Lucinda.
"Ok! Ok!" The photographer walked off

"Kim..I've been thinking and...to stop you becoming a hasbeen...I think you could..perhaps do some glamour shots." Lucinda flashed a smile.

Kimmi froze.

"Excuse me?"
"Kimmi. I met up with this amazing photographer, and he thinks you have great potential."
"Excuse me?" Kimmi was in shock. "I am not, NOT, Doing modelling for old perverted men."
"But it promises MONEY! Lots!"
"Lucinda! You know, I wont be able to go back to commercial!"
"But this type is more..GROWN-UP!"
"LUCINDA! I AM NOT DOING GLAMOUR!" Kim shouted. She flicked her hair out of the way
"Im getting dressed." She hissed, Her dress dripping wet.

She was never going to the dark side of modelling.

Liousette roamed her room, in her palace. She was the princess of Jakarbia. Not one soul on earth did NOT know about her.
She paused, sitting on her bed.
She started public school tomorrow, in her disguise as a girl named Pinks [Pinka is the rockin pearlz, Pinks/z is her school identity]

Pinka started to get into her disguise, putting on her wig firmly, and her school/college outfit.



She walked out onto the street, seeing a big argue-ment. She saw a girl in tears and ran over to her, getting out a tissue.

"And stay out!"
Cried out the voice from behind as he was booted from the inn.
"And this is the thanks I get for paying rent, AND giving you entertainment!"
Called back the squeaky voice of this teen.
Ziggy.
he spat on the floor.
"And THAT's what I think of you lot!"
He carried a black guitar case apon his leather-coated back. He wore a black T-shirt underneath, with the words 'Pubesently angry.' He wore blue, ripped jeans and a pair of dusty green converse.
Aroudn his pale neck was a green and black striped scarf, and on his pale, soft, smallish hands, a pair of black and black striped fingerless gloves.
He was very tall, and had thick eyebrows over his green, spakrling, mischevious eyes and a smooth, heart-shaped face, framed by whispy curls and gelled partings. His black hair was messy and tangled, with a few untamed curls, but he still looked quite handsome and pale.. And not one to be messed with.
He wore a lipring on his lip, shiny and silver, and around his neck, hung a locket pendant with some rune scribings on it.
He had short, stubby nails, since he had bitten them a lot.

Now, back to why he had been thrown out..
"Geez.. Just for not paying the tab."
He rolled his eyes, breaths coming out in puffy white clouds, smooth, pink lips puckered slightly.
He saw the crying girl, and another girl heading towards her.
Ziggy kicked the can extra hard as he passed, guitar pressed agaisnt his back like an extra workload.
It looked like his skinny frame couldn't handle it, but he managed just fine, his skinny arms working up the hill.
He then headed towards the girls, thinking like a bit of mischeif.
"Who's the beggar? I wouldn't mind inviting you both in my house sometime."
He winked, joking about with them.
He realised they were both well-dressed..... And quite pretty.

As soon as Kimmi walked out of the building (Which happened to be opposite of the Pinka and Ziggy), Paparazzi surrounded her


"KIM! OVER HERE!"
"*whistle* HERE! GIVE US A SHOT!"
"YO!"

Kimmi flashes a smile, hand on hip, and slid black sunglasses on.
She saw the girl crying. Hmm.

"Sorry boys, how about tomorrow? You can take a million pics of me then. Today I gotta do stuff. Ok with you?" She asked.
Normally, anyone who didnt know Kimmi would think she was stupid- Paparazzis never go away.

But suprisingly they smiled, nodded and slowly walked off.

Phew.

She tied her hair into a messy bun, slid a hat on, checked her glasses were on, and walked to the over side, to meet Pinka and Ziggy.

She was now wearing an oversized blue sweater, showing off her shoulders, jeans and black converse.

Yeah, she was a model. But Kimmi hated being done up in make-up and all that crap. Wasnt she hyper a lifetime ago? Wasnt she carefree? Pfft. Yeah, before she was modellingt.

Kimmi started modelling at the age of 8. As soon as she appeared in a kids version of 'POISE!', her career rocketed off from there. Magazine of newspaper to commercial, Kimmis seen it all. And posed it all. Strange thing is, no bad story has ever turned up on the magazine. Maybe because Kimmi is just a great, life-loving girl? Heh, er no.
Every journalist that has joined a hot-press magazine, has had a mysterious letter from Kimmi, saying in a rather vicous way, "STAY AWAY"

She didnt want the three peple to know she was, well, Kimmi. Kimmi was famous for being a top model.

But her walk. Oh, her walk was so obvious. If she just slumped, walked like a normal person she would of got away with not being a model. But those three people could tell from her walk. But they didnt know her. Yet.

Kimmi butted in.

"Are you okay?" She said softly.

"Who's you to ask?"
Came the rough, northern voice of Ziggy.
He grinned cheerfully.
"Or do you want to come home with me?"
He asked, sounding pervertedly freskish.
He realised this.
"Ok ok.. Sorry.. Just.. Nevermind.. Hell! I don't even know you!"
He then screwed up his eyes, almost in rememberance.
"Nah."
He said after a few minutes of glaring at Kimmi.
He took out his guitar, took off his coat and placed it on the floor beside them and sat cross-legged.
"IF you wouldn't mind dancing like some groupies while I play I'd be glad to know you."
He then began to play 'Comin' Down'.

"I'm comin', Comin' down, takes so long for me, to come around.. They tell you.. Smashes brain, drains you of all the blood that's left in your veeins.
Spare me a brew and a double bed, give me time to clear my head toonight.
With these stones you cast so fast, makes me think, we will never last.
You hear that, hear that sound? Hear that now aloud, I'm comin' down.
I'm not eager, to be mean.
I'm eager to be anyone I'd like to be."
He sung on in a deep, rough voice, a chillingly mysterious voice, green eyes lowered to his wooden accoustic, strumming hard so each note was hard and rough, ignoring the girls as he busked.

Kimmi rolled her eyes.
"Whatever." she muttered
"Are you ok?" Asked pinka
"Na, my agent thinks I should go into glamour modelling and im like" ER NO"" Kimmi sighed. The widened her eyes and flew her hands to her mouth

She blew it. SHE BLEW IT. She told them!!

"You model?" Asked Pinka.
"Er...Sorta." Squeaked Kimi and she looked to the floor
"Oh whoopee a bimbo modelling blonde. Just what I need." Ziggy added sarcastically.
Kimmi pulled her hat off and whacked him.
"Ow!"
Kimmi froze again. Oh crap. She revealed her hair..


Its maybe only a matter of time before she gets caught out. Maybe they dont know who Kimmi is? Pfft. As if. Everyone knows/ Oh god. What next.

"Woah...your..hair..it......" Pinka stammered
"IS LONG? YEAH! REAL LONG HEHEHEHEHEHEHEH." She gabbled weirdly.
"..Uh...ok." Ziggy muttered
Kimmi whipped the hat back on.

"So, is your agent a pervert or something?" Ziggy asked. "Wanted you to do like. Porn?"

"ITS NOT PORN! Its glamour modelling. And, pervert? Ha. Look whos talking Mr "Come to my house." Kimmi said.

Pinka looked puzzled.
"Why dont you say yes?" Pinka asked. Being a typical princess.
"..Hellooo? Glamour?" Kimmi said.
Kimmi whispered what it meant
"OH MY GOSH THAT IS GROSS!!!" PInka yelled.
Kimmi put her hand on pinkas mouth
:"SHH!!" Kimmi whispered



"Oh yeah, we wouldnt want Bimbo to get caught out." Ziggy sniggered
"I have a hat, im not afraid to use it!" Kimmi warned
"Oh my im so scared."
"Would you guys quit it! Geese, we dont even kbnow each other." Pinka groaned. "Well, my names Pinka------I mean. Pinx. Heh...." Oh god oh god oh god that was so close, pinka thought
"Ziggys the name"
"Err...I...err..." Kimmi stammered
Four eyes on her.
Freaky
"Wow. Her I.Q Must be like. -a billion. She dosent know her name." Ziggy sniggered.
Kimmi jabbed him with her elbow.
"Oh yeah? I know my name..." Kimmi blushed. "Eventually.." she added quietly
"Eventually? Is that your name? Miss Eventually?" Pinka asked, confused
"I MEAN. Ev---ev---Evangeline?" Kimi asked.
There was a silence.
Ziggy burst out laughing.
"EVANGELINE! EVAN GA LINE!!! WHAT KIND OF NAME IS THAT!!!" He burst into laughter.
Pinka Gasped at the rudeness. (She was a princess after all.)
"Well, I think its a wonderful name, Miss Evangeline." She smiled to Kimmi
Ziggy stopped laughing aruptly.
"Why are you sounding so posh and royal?" Ziggy asked.
"Royal? Me? HAHAHAHA ME ROYAL NONONONON HAHAHAHAHAH" pinka gabbled.
"Uh. Yeah. Anyway, if you dont mind me I need to, you know, go find a HOME..." Ziggy started walking off, and Pinka and Kimmi looked at eachother.
"Find a home?" They both set
"I got kicked out." He shouted from distance/
"YOU CAN COME LIVE IN MY PALACE!" Pinka shouted back.
"YEA----Yousaywhatnow?" Kimmi and Ziggy looked at her
"I mean. House. House." Pinka said.
"Na, Dont wanna live with a girlie." Zig said
"What about my apartment?" Asked Kimmi
"Ha! You? Bimbo Blondey? As if." He said
Kimmi gasped.
"Oh...you did NOT just say that." Kimmi threatened
"Too late, hunni bimbo." Zig snickered, walked off, guitar case on his back, singing the way.

Ziggy turned a few corners on streets, away from the two girls and he sat down, putting gdown his leather jacket and he got his guitar out, remembering to tune it.
Passersby just walked on, not even glancing at him.
He wanted to do this until police came, maybe someone'd be sympathetic and drop him some money.
He pressed each not softly this time, strumming in a rhythmitic way, green eyes lowered to the guitar again.
"Skag Trendy thinks he know's just what to do he was only seventeen and he was out screwin' the brew.
Thought his parents were too old and told him what to do.
Master Skag Trendy, he'd like to talk to you.
But hell he just got himself kicked out and now he has nothing to but sitting on the floor nothing to do but sitting on the floor, but before he gets wrecked, let's go and steal something let's go and see what he really wants to do but you see that his mother chucked him out."
He pressed softly at this next bit, but strummed fast.
"I wish somebody would love him, he doesn't have a home. I wish somebody would love him, he doesn't have a home.
He'd like to speak to his old school friends but he has ten pence for a phone."
He then pressed hard, clsoe to breaking the strings.
"Had a girlfriend she was very very nice, whoops, now she won't look at him twice.
Liked his dress sense and his cheeky cheeky grin, but since he's been chucked out he's lost all of them.
He's got none.
So he write's another sad song.
He's got none.
Yes he writes another sad song.
He's got none.
So he writes another sad song
He's got none, yes he writes another sad song.

I tell you I think I knew what to do, I was only seventeen and I was out screwing the brew, I thought that my parents were too old and teachers to me what to do, Master Skag Trendy I'd like to talk to you.
I wish somebody would love me, but I don't have a home. I wish somebody would love me but I don't have a home.
I'd like to speak to my girlfriend but I have ten pence for a phone...."

He trailed off as the oh-so-familiar police woman and man came along from their car.
"Hello sonny-Jim. It's you again! Never thought we'd see you busking."
The police woman laughed, the male police officer not so cheerful.
"Yeah, well cry me a river."
Ziggy said sarcastically, packing up.
He got a few £'s.
"This is public property and you have no liscence for busking.. I think that's ours."
Ziggy's green eyes narrowed and he slapped the three pounds into the Police man's hand.
"Right.. You be on your way, you hear?"
Ziggy shrugged, pulled his leather jacket on and his guitar and walked off.

He didn't know where he was going, he didn't seem to care.
He meandered about until he found a tiny slum.
He craled down the steps where a bunch of poor rags, much older were drinking.
"Sonny-lad. You're a bit young."
Ziggy glared.
"Yeah well... I'm a lot tougher than you think."

Pinx walked over. She took Kimmi's arm.
"What's your real name?" She whispered. To her.
"Kimmi, Kimmi M. Just call me Kim." Kimmi smirked.
Pinx nodded politely.
"So, Let's go over and see mr. pop-star." Pinx said,
walking over to Ziggy and dropping 4 fifty's.
"Don't spend it all in one place." She teased, sniggering.
Ziggy nodded appreciativly, suddenly saying,
"Well maybe I could see your house." He smiled. "On one condition." He smiled.
"We all be three best friends, and we tell
each-other everything."
Ziggy began, smirking. Pinx nodded, forgetting she was Louisette.
"Hang on a second, mr." The police woman began. Ziggy sighed, getting up and collecting the 4 pounds he also made.
"If you forget about this incident.." Pinx began. "You won't regret it." She smiled, digging around in her pocket for a
4 thousand pound wad of cash.
The police woman and man nodded quickly, leaving.
"Thanks." Ziggy smirked,
walking along the path of her house.
He looked up at the gates, looking at a palace no larger or smaller than bucking palace.
"No way, no way no way!!" He said, rushing over to the door.
Pinx sighed, taking off her wig and undoing her long, snow whiteish blonde hair.
Kimmi and Ziggy gaped at her for a while.
"what?" She said, stroking her hair.

Kimmi scanned the palace.

Woah.

She was used to this kinda thing. Still. Wow

"How can You afford all of this?" Kimmi asked
"Er. Internet?" Pinx squeaked

"She gambles?" Ziggy whispered into Kim's ear.
Kimmi shrugged
"I need to buy a computer" He said.
Kimmi flicked her sidefringe out of the way.
"So..wheres the pools?" Kimmi asked.
"THERES A POOL!?" Ziggy shouted
"Oh, its indoors. So..you've been in a palace before?" Pinx asked, hoping she'd say yes, explain that Kimmi is also a princess in disguise so that Pinx wouldnt be alone
"Oh. No. I just buy random mansions at random times and stuff." Kimmi boasted. Then flew a hand to a face.
"...Huh?" Ziggy and pinx said in unision
"..Nevermind." Kimmi said

Pinx showed them around the mansion. Pinx's high-heels clackered about on the marble floor, and after about 50 rooms she stopped outside one door.
It was her most favourite room./ These guys were her friends now, she could show them. But we've only just met, she thought.
Too bad.

Pinx opened to door to reveal a mini music room.

"Oh. My. Gosh." Kimmi stammered
Ziggy widened his eyes and ran to a guitar in the corner, started to play basic chords.
"My..Music room" Pinx blushed.
Kimmi was impressed. She lived in a palace. A PALACE! I mean seriously, Kimmi thought. Maybe she was a heiress or som,ething. Or a secret princess. Kimmi giggled at the thought

Pinx picked up a mic, and started to sing. Her voice was soft, gentle, sweet. But not sweet enough to be an choir girl.
Pinx stopped singing, and flashed a smile, thrusting the microphone into Kim's hand.
"You try." She said.

Uh oh.

Kimmi M, Kimmi M, is a great model. Can pose the best poses with thousands of eyes looking at her., Its because she dosent have to open her mouth.
Kimmi suffers from major stage fright, and when she was about 8, she was bullied by her best friends, saying insults about her singing voice.
Kimmi has never sung again.

But it looks like shes going to have to.
Kimmi took the microphone and closed her eyes, started singing.
Her voice was the opposite of Pinx./ Not rough, though

It was funky, smooth, bouncy and happy. Not saying that Pinx wasnt, it was just Kimmis voice was so different. And so good.

It wasnt soft, gentle, innocent. It was strong, yet not rough.

Kimmi opebned her eyes, stopped singing and stood there awkwardly, waiting for the response.

Pinx jumped onto the stage.
"Your voice it's so.. So.. Sweet, hyper, bouncy. Just the voice I need!" Pinx smiled, clapping.
Suddenly, the butler came in.
"Ah, Madmeselle Louisette. I see you have friends." The butler said kindly. He offered them a plate of tea-cakes and tea. Louisette happily took one and nibbled on it.
"The cleaner is here. Would you like her to clean all six-hundred rooms?" The butler said; smiling.
"Yes please." She smirked.
Ziggy was gaping.
"Oh! I need to show you guys something!" She smiled, Leading Kim and Ziggy.
"There are big doors." Ziggy said.
"Yup! My closet!" She said, walking in the closet the size of 10 acres.
"Watch this."
Louisette walked into the machine that said "Hannah montana"
She came out.


"Isn't that hilarious?" She smirked, going into the one that said "Louisette, and Louisette's disguise."

"Disguise?" Kimmi thought
Something here was fishy. Verrryuyy fishy.\

Kimmi went downstiars. The doorbell suddenly rung. Kimmi shrugged and opened the door.
"LUCINDA?!" Shouted Kimmi
"Kimmi!" Lucinda beamed.
Kimmi froze
"Shh! Paparazzi will hear!"

Pinx Came downstairs too.
"Hello? Evangeline, whos this?"
"Evangeline?" Lucinda questioned.
"Er." Kimmi stammered
"I gotta go." Kimmi said, walking out of the palace and to her chic apartment

Pinx followed her out the door.
"You name isn't eva- Who am I kidding?" Pinx said.
She opened out her latest, expensive fashions.
"Oh. My. God."
Louisette paused. "Your Kimmi M!" She screamed.
"And your LOUISETTE!" Lucinda screamed, pausing to take a deep breath before screaming.
Lucinda screamed before healing herself.
"Ok." Kimmi said, going to her house.
"You know me." Kimmi sighed.
"Don't tell ANYONE." She sighed.

"BUT YOU KIM! KIMMI M! THE KIMMI M!" Screamed Pinx "THE TOP MODEL!!! OH MAH GAWSH! IM LIKE. YOUR BIGGEST FAN."

Kimmi m sighed. "This is why I dont tell anyone. They freak out."
"Kim, you have to sign up for glamour." Lucionda said
Kimmi froze.
"NO!" She screamed at the top of her voice, swished her arm to the right. Suddenly, Lucinda kinda, floated into the air and was pushed back. Except quicker.

Kimmi took deep breaths.

"Kimmi...what did you do to lucinda.." Pinx asked slowly, pointin to the knocked out lucinda.

Kimmi stopped, and looked at her hand
"What the hell..." she whispered.

Ziggy felt so horribly unclean in this house.
For the first time.. He felt smaller than everyone.
He had pocketed the money, and was well on his way out as he chewed at his lipring.
Ziggy began to walk as quietly as his squeaky shoes on the marble could do...Until..
"Ziggy? What are you doing?"
Pinx said, Kimmi beside her.
Kimmi thought she had an idea.
"You're bailing on us since you have money."
She dully said.
Ziggy blinked.
"No..."
His voice turned softer than usual, and in a thick British posh accent, eyes shining as he pulled the puppydog face.
"Why would a young man like me ever do such a thing??"
They laughed at him, so Ziggy returned to beadily glaring and being rough and tough.
"Are you both hiding true identities?"
He asked, narrowing his green eyes so they were just slits.
Kimmi and Pinx looked at each other.
Should they tell him their secrets?
He looked the fishy type.... But.. he also seemed to be putting a show on how rough he was.
They came in closer, as if they were being watched and whispered to him, as he stared, wide-eyed.
At the end of this, his eyes were as wide as dinner plates.
"And to think.. I'm in the presence of two chicks with more than a plate full of money.."
He blinked, eyes returning to normal beady size.
"I envy you.. Pinx.. You're living the life.."
He then looked at Kimmi.
"You too..."
He sighed.
"Well.. I better go home."
He mumbled something about needing to buy fags and brew.
"But you don't have a home.."
Kimmi reminded him.
Ziggy blinked and for once, his eyes were normal-sized.
"Yeah.. Well.. I know that.."
His eyes were also quite shiny and made him look cute like a puppy cute.
He then began to trudge out the door and off on his way.

"wait!" pinx said, pulling him back.
She gave him a wad of 100,0000
"You don't have to pay me back. I'm just happy that you would get a house. even if it is small." Pinx started

Kimmi's phone rung

"Hang on guys." She said, picked it up

A while later she closed her phone.

"I gotta go modelling" she groaned.
"Hey, you guys wanna come?"

Ziggy moved away from the money.
"Keep it.. Geez. I'm not pathetic."
He snapped.
Then looked at Kimmi.
"Modelling, that's girly, and the men that do that. -cough- gay." *
His eyes then widened.
" is it porn shots..... I gotta get me some pinups.. I've been running low.. But there'd be no point.. I gotta get me a job."
He grinned and nodded.
"Boy if mum wasn't around from when she got shot by dad and dad shot himself.. They'd love to see me."
He didn't even shed one tear at this.
He saw the looks on their faces.
"Err.. Well.. I never REALLY knew them."
He hastily added, not really telling the truth.
He then smoothed his fringe down.
"Anyway. Is it fully-clothed shots? No.. Bikini shots?"
He was not denying they were beautiful.

* I have nothing against homosexuals, it's just his char

Loiusette sighed, flipping her hair back and heading back into her palace. She hissed this to Ziggy.
"Well, if you don't need money then just ask, Geez.
The look on your face when I gave you those 4 fifty's.
I thought I was doing you a favour.
You could of at least done it politely." Liousette said, not finished.
She impersonated Ziggy.
"Oh, i'm not that pathetic" She said in a moany, sqeaky voice, before pulling Lucinda and Kimmi into her palace and slamming the door in Ziggy's face, giving him 100£ more.
She gave him alittle note of her adress and Kimmi's incase he wanted to `apologise` to her, or atleast come round.

A FEW HOURS LATER, pHOTOGRAPHER ARRIVED, WERE SET UP, AND kIMMI WAS MODELLING IN pINX'S PALACE
(Caps cant be bothered to correct)

Ziggy trembled with anger.
"Oh yeah.. Think your so tough!"
He yelled at the door, then stared at the money in his fingerless-gloved hand.
He began to chew at it, with an open mouth he said.
"Thanks for the toilet paper!"
He yelled, but immediately spat the money out afterwards into the flower pots outside.
He stared at the crinkled bit of paper and read it.
"Addresses.."
He blinked, mulling over her words, but suddenly... He felt sick.
"Well... Maybe I wasn't raised as ROYAL as you guys! Maybe I was a little ROUGHER!"
He said, trying to deepen his voice, but failing misrably.
He walked onwards, testing his tone of voice.
"It's squeaky? Is it.? I'd show them if they weren't girls.."
he muttered on an on.. But the further he travelled, the more he thought of the lyrics in one of his coversongs he did.
It's the money or Stop.... It's the money or stop...
He bit at his dirty knuckles and cursed when he tripped over a stone.
He felt like he'd left his stomach behind at Pinx's house.... And he thought about them.. The only two who'd bothered with him.

A few hours later (When they were modelling) he dropped down, starving, into a dark alley.
He pulled a carboard box apart that used to have a dead cat in it *, and he crawled into it.
"Oh..Man......Starving.."
His mouth was dry and he could only hear the echoing footsteps of passersby and his rumbling stomach.
He felt the taste of the money in his mouth.... The way he had acted..
It seemed normal to HIM... Maybe because he had never learned manners.
Ziggy Stardust Sapphire moaned as he remembered about the address.
"Maybe I could go back.. But that would be weak.. I'll wait it out a few weeks.. Steal some food to live off.. Yeah."
He nodded and muttered to himself, closing his eyes in the putrid stench of the cat and the garbage.
He managed to dream himself to sleep.
A nice dream about a big house, like Pinx's, not so girly..
And a bunch of Bikini'd girls with icecream.

He looked almost dead when he slept, what with his pale skin colour and tiny frail body.

Josie sped down the street, taking cautious looks behind her, hair flowing behind her.
"Thank god." She panted, saying breathlessly to herself. She then heard something and her head jerked emotionlessly to the left into an alley.

There was a boy.
Josie walked cautiously, and silent. She had practice of this when she tried to sneak out of the house, though this time she had finally escaped from her father.
She looked curiously at the boys face, "Mmmm" She blinked, uncertain.
She poked the boy in the shoulder, "You alive?" She asked, not knowing if she should regret it or not.
She shook the boy softly.

Ziggy woke up immediately, green eyes shooting open, sitting bolt upright.
he grabbed hold of her wrists and began to twist them.
"Mugging me, eh? Well, sweetie. I have nothing on me so....What are you here about?!"
He looked scrawny and quite short, like a kid, but capeable of murder.
The guitar lay by the box he had wrapped around him for some warmth, and he looked as straggly and hoboish as before.

His nails were blackened, and he kept glaring at her, green eyes narrowed, tiny body shivering in the slight wind, mouth slightly open as he had no manners.
"What'cha starin' at? Never seen a homeless person?!"

Kimmi finished modelling.


Her Blackberry beeped.
\
"Oops, gotta go." Kimmi waved at her.

"HOLY CRAP." Shouted pinx. Blood-ie hell. A FLIPPING BLACKBERRY.
"Oh...yeah. This is only number 5 mobile phone. Its totally old." Kimmi rolled her eyes
"But. That was just made a month ago."
"Exactly! Wow, you really know your stuff." Kimmi flashed a smile, not understanding.

Kimmi was now wearing dark jeans, a velvet/suede dark purple jacket with a deep red rose, only done up three buttons to show a red top underneath , purple high-heeled pointy boots, and kept her hair loosley curled.

She slid black sunglasses on and a hat that matched her jacket.

"Wait, You're not supposed to be Kimmi, right?" Pinx said
"Oh, na dont worry. Im okay like this." Kimmi flashed a smile.

As soon as she opened the door...

"KIMMI! MISS M!"
*FLASH FLASH FLASH!!*

Kimmi laughed, stuck a pose and then climbed into a black Mercedes-Benz with black tinted windows.

"Good day, Miss Phoenix?" Asked her driver
"Excellent. Would you mind pouring out some cherry wine?" Kim asked

A thin, black shiny table slid out of nowhere, and a robotic silver arm poured out wine in a class.
"Thanks" Kim smiled, and sipped her wine.

Life was looking good..

Ziggy heard footsteps and people glowering into the alleyway.
"Police!"
He cursed under his breath and looked at the girl.
"WHo cared who you are, I have no time for chicks."
He got up, getting his guitar in one hand and not on his back, stepping over the rotting dead cat.
He aimed to run past the police before they knew what was happening.
it was the male and female one again, but they had spotted him.
"Oi! Get back here Ziggy!"
The male one yelled and an after him.
He was playing chicken, dodging in and out of cars stopping at the red lights until.
"LOOK OUT!"
The police guy yelled..
Ziggy heard a droning beep from behind him, blinding bright headlights.
His instincts made him duck down and lie flat on the floor.
Luckily, he was so skinny he had slid under the car, inbetween the wheels.
But the car had stopped and he was stuck under it, not wanting to roll back out in the open in case they arrested him.
This turned out to be the very same Limo Kimmi was in...
Coincedence huh?

SCRRECH!

kIMMI SCREAMED, SPILLING HER WINE ONTO THE WHITE LEATHER SEATS.

(Caps)

"JEFFREY!!!!!!! WHAT THE HELL!" She screamed.

"Sorry, Miss but a boy. A boy. A boy ran across the road and. and. and." Jeffrey was in shock.

Kimmi moaned. She was normally kind, caring. But making her spill the wine. Ouch.
Kimmi slammed the door open, and threw the wine glass onto the concrete.

Kimmi looked under the car, and gasped with irritation.
"You!" She gasped.
"...Hi." Ziggy said back.
Kimmi groaned, and dragged him out by the wrist.
"HEY! NO! LET GO OFF ME!" Ziggy shouted. The police came over.
"Well done madam! You found him and kept him. Dont worry you're safe." They praised her/

"Huh?" She said, puzzled.
"Ah, this homeless guy has been everywhere and is quite dangerous. Has been seen carrying a knife once." The policewoman has a soft voice.
"I WAS TRYING TO CUT THE CHICKEN IN THE BIN" zIGGY YELLED.
"SHUT UP! HANDS IN THE AIR!" Screeched the once soft-voiced PCW.
"OK OK!!!" Ziggy squeaked.
"But thank-you. Hey...are..you...Kimmi M? OH MAH GAWSH ITS KIMMI M" Screamed the PCW
"Oh crap." Kimmi winced, suddenly paparazzi swarmed around her, and poeple desperate for photos and autographs. Kimmi looked around. Cars. CARS!

Kimmi jumped onto the roof of a car, and started running.
"Oh crap of crap oh crap." she whispered. Then stopped. Camreas blocked her.
"GO AWAY!" She growled, flying her arm to her face. At the same time, a camrea went flying occording to where Kim's hand faced.
"Wtf.." Kimmi whispered, then ran and ran and ran, paparazzi chasing after her.