The Bonnies

Chapter Two

The first week back at Baldwin Faith Academy passed by in a blur. Orientation had consisted of the usual safety guidelines as Headmistress Blake gave fear to the new students about the consequences of trying to leave the school grounds and stressed the proper wear of school uniforms. We also had to go around meeting our new instructors for this year as well as picking up our books and materials from the campus bookstore. After that, Yuri and I had gone back to our dorms and threw a party just for our floor. Our party consisted of wine; some pastry's Tiffany Wong had brought on her way back from Paris, and music from some of today's hottest artists. We stayed up way past curfew time, dancing and making our own version of music videos. Karen had tried to venture up to stop us but after a few boo's and shoves, she ran back downstairs to call for some back up. Sad to say, Blake came up to shut down our party and ended all festivities for that night. Well the party that is, we all ended up in Jasmine's room to watch movies and ooh over the hottest celebrities.

But now school was officially in, which meant fewer parties since the library will be packed with students cramming for tests or researching papers.

Currently, I was in the library sitting at a table by myself. Books and notebooks were scattered across the table as I tapped on my white flowered colored laptop listening to the late great Aaliyah sing to me through my headphones. I ignored the looks my fellow classmates, gawking at the fact that I was alone. Was I not allowed a moment to myself? Even the guards, were throwing each other curious glances. Surely they suspected something was up. I even saw one whisper something in his walkie talkie looking discreetly at me. Probably sending someone to make sure Yuri was still on campus no doubt.

I was aware of all of this without even lifting my head up from the computer. I noticed everything. Something my mother always hated about me. Moving my thoughts away before they headed down the dark road of my mother, I scanned the different news articles to see if the police had any new leads about the robbery we'd done at the mall in New York. After cross referencing a series of articles, the case was still cold. One newspaper had even called us ghosts.

Exiting off of the articles, I pulled up another tab to check my email, when an article caught my eye. Famous Painting by Bartolomѐ Esteban Murillo to be moved to the Louvre Museum.

Clicking on the link, I watched as the article pulled up along with a picture of the painting to be displayed, The Beggar Boy.

One of Spanish Baroque painter Bartholomѐ Esteban Murillo most famous pieces will be moved to the Louvre Museum in one month. The Beggar Boy which was painted in 1650 is said to have come from the artist's popular genre paintings featuring the street children of Seville. The painting which had been hidden in an attic of a church for years, will display for the first time in years at the Louvre Museum in the Denon Wing. The ceremony will be hosted by the Queen as other dignitaries have booked their tickets for the unraveling. The Louvre Museum is home to some of the most famous paintings in the world, price ranging from 14 million and higher.

As I finished reading the article, a sudden chill came over me. I only got those chills when something really caught my attention. I didn't want to be caught printing this information from the school printer, so I wrote down the important facts I needed in my notebook, as I bookmarked the page to my favorites. Filled with a sudden burst of energy, I tossed my books into my bag along with my markers ignoring the wary eyes of the guards. I had to get Yuri. I had to tell her about this great idea. No this insane idea, my subconscious mocked rearing her ugly head.

I tossed my bag over my shoulder as I snatched up my purse hastily making my way towards the exit. Exiting the library, I headed down the hall past students who were loitering in the halls, and down the steps. Pushing open the door, I made my way outside not even frowning at the temperature today. I was so busy in my own world, that I didn't notice the person heading towards me in what was to be a sure collision. My mother would have cheered at my sudden unawareness. As it was I collided with this hard body knocking not only myself down, but taking the person along with me. The person I knocked down took most of the pain as I landed on top of them with a groan, my purse smacking my face.