Shattered Dreams

[Grace.E]

Rachel was packing, she knew that she was 'summond' to old Mustard home... "I dont trust him" she mumbled

[✡]

Drake sat in his seat on the plane wishing for a drink. He didn't like flying, foxes tended to be claustrophobic creatures. Drake chewed anxiously on a pencil to try to quell his nerves. His laptop sat on the tray table in front of him. He was actually making some headway on this novel! Though it seemed to be turning into a satire of his experiences with that old millionaire... A voice sounded over the PA system informing the passengers that the plane was about to make its descent into the Florida Keys. Drake knew that when he got there there would be a limo ready to take him to that...man's ferry boat to his private island. Then Drake would see what this was all about...

[x]

Sasha......had fallen asleep. Normally she cursed such incompetence, considering that she had studying to do and homework to finish. Yet there she woke up, late at night, her textbooks spread on the bed around her, and the light out. Quickly she jolted upright and grabbed her cell phone. She texted first  Rachel that she was sorry she missed their pizza date then her study buddies and apologized for forgetting to message over notes. But then she noticed something, a new e-mail from a certain....Mr. Mustard.

[Grace.E]

Rachel smiled at the text and left her home with another plate, knocking on her door, hoping she would open it again

[x]

Sasha answered the door in haste, almost tripping as she bounded down the stairs. She left the message unopened. "Hey Rachel! Sorry about earlier, I...well, you know." She smiled.

[✡]

Drake sat on Mustard's ferry as he wondered where the other "guests" were. Maybe he had jumped the gun a bit and came too early

[Grace.E]

Rachel smiled at her cute friend "here is the Pizza that you ordered, her jade green eyes gazed at her apartment, clean... "Sasha, you work to hard... come over, have a break, I can help you too you know.." she smiled "i have been through the same thing"

[x]

Sasha took the pizza, blushing. "Well...." she had to think on this one. "Only if we'll get my homework finished while I'm over there. It's due tomorrow and all." The message could wait . 

[Grace.E]

she smiled and hurried back to her home, pulling out her old High school and collage notebook, essays and etc. she spread them out on her table and waited for Sasha.

[✡]

Drake fet the boat bump against land. He had arrives at the island, now to find that old codger and get what he was owed..

[x]

Sasha followed soon after, lugging all the important homework, particularly some very difficult advanced chemistry that even she needed help with every so often. She sat down and marveled at how much Rachel had. "You decided to keep all your high school work?"

[Grace.E]

Yeah...it helped me through collage and law school" she smiled at she looked at Sasha's homework, chemistry, then she grabbed a thick note book with neat notes "your in luck, I love chemistry" she gave her a playful smile.

[Ares the Ram]

Fred sat in his chair and turned the music off. The letter disturbed him greatly. "An invitation to his island...  but why?" Inside was a plane ticket and directions to a ferry that would take him there. "Probably plans to persuade me out of this place with kindness. Or kill me and take it that way." Fred rubbed his chin. Going into his office, he found the deed and read it once over. Finding the clause of his death or extended absence, he found out that it would go to the bank. "Hmm, even if he does kill me, he still won't get it. All right old man, I'll come to your island." He packed up his things and left for the airport shortly after.

[Mr.Mustard]

James waited in his dining room, watching the ferry bring the first guest to the landing. "One down, three to go..." James said to himself. He called his butler, Bill Rosenthau. Bill, a 24 year old wolf, took the job after his directing job fell through, not knowing the old man was so rude. "Start up dinner, and be quick about it." James yelled at him.

James brewed over his plans, knowing that tonight would be his last. He watched as the first, the writer by the looks of it, walked up the stairs leading to the house. James took the stairs to the waiting room two at a time. He was old, be took care of himself.

[x]

Smiling, Sasha opened the chemistry book and pulled out the worksheet, a certain something clawing at the back of her mind....that name. The name....the name Mr. Mustard. It almost hurt to think that name, yet she didn't know why...she had never heard of it before. Biting her lip, she turned back to Rachel and asked: "Do you know anyone named Mr. Mustard? I...got a message from him today, didn't open it. It- it just started bugging me that this random person even has my number, you know?" It was doubtful she was going to even open the message at all, things like this were...unnerving.