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    Masked façade – (Chapter: Mind Games)

    My feet were moving as fast as I could as I sprinted out of the alleyway and to my house. I yanked the door open, slammed it shut, and leaned my back against it while my breaths were fast. I reached into my pocket and grabbed my phone, and began to dial 911.

     

    "Hello 911 operator, what is your emergency?" a robotic voice said on the other side of the line.

     

    "A-a girl just got sta-stabbed in the alley way by some guy," I said hyperventilating.

     

    "Clam down ma’am and breathe. What alley way is she at?" she asked with no emotion.

     

    "The one between Starbucks and Pizza Hut on 5th Avenue," I replied with my hand across my chest.

     

    "We are sending paramedics and police now," she said. I hung up my phone, and ran to my room. Halfway up the stairs, my mom came out of the kitchen completely clueless about what I had just witnessed.

     

    "Mandy honey, you do know it’s past three in the morning and you have school, and a performance tomorrow…well today right," she said with a fake smile. I froze in my current position, debating whether I should tell my mother what just happened. Knowing her, she would just nod her head and smile no matter what I said. She wasn’t exactly the definition of a mom, and was only home because of my music career.

     

    "Sorry Christine. I’ve just had a long night," I said as I continued walking up the stairs.

     

    "I’m your mother Mandy," she said looking a little angry.

     

    "Start acting like one then," I replied before I shut the door to my room.

     

    x~o~x~o~x~o

     

    "Good morning New York! It’s seven in the morning and it’s time to get up, get up, get up!" my alarm radio  chimed. I sat up with a groan rubbed my tired eyes.

     

    "Fucking school," I groaned. I pushed the sheets off my body and swung my legs off my bed, and walked to my bathroom. My eyes were shut as I brushed my teeth, and suddenly shot open when I heard the man on the radio talking about a recent murder.

     

     "Breaking news, just this morning at around three a.m., an eighteen year old girl was stabbed to death. The suspect is still unknown and still at large. If you have any information, please call the New York Police Department," a newsman said.

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    Comments

    1. I definitely like the idea and think you should continue. I like it so far, but I do think she should have gone to the police already. or at least stayed on the phone with the 911 operator and had the police sent to her house. but I’m really looking forward to what’s coming, so yes, please continue!

    2. Oh, I forgot, I’m interested too in seeing how easy or difficult it is for mandy to be in the wpp being that she’s at least somewhat well known, unless she’s just known in the NY area. anyway, can’t wait to find out

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