CHAPTER 1
*written in first person*
Hi, I'm Tess Quarry. I have brown hair, hazel eyes, and I'm about 5'5 tall. I was passing downtown alone in the evening, when I saw a giant banner, which people were walking through and forming a large crowd. It looked like something extraordinary was going on over there! I read the banner, and it was about my favorite singer, Dylan Cosby! I loved his beautiful voice. I would die to go to that concert. Maybe I could sneak in? It probably is too late to buy a ticket, and I'll just have to sneak in if I want to see Dylan Cosby sing live.
There was a ticket man right in the front, so I'll have to go around. I got out of my car, and began to sneak around when a man in a suit caught me. He had dirty blond hair that was perfectly creating a half-fauxhawk hairstyle. He was a bit of a cutie. Who was he? I haven't got the slightest idea who this man is. He grabs my arm as I try to make entrance through the back.
"Where do you think you're going ma'am?" He asks me.
"Checking the place out." I say, "Maybe I'll go in."
"Do you have a ticket for entrance?" He asks.
"Of course," I snap, "I just wanted to see if going to Dylan Cosby's concert was worth it. I'm a busy girl, you know!"
"I'm sure you are ma'am," He says, "But I'm not just any man. I'm security. You didn't walk through the front, so I'm going to have to ask to see your ticket first. Once you show me, you can carry on."
For a minute, I panic. Will I just have to lie my way out of this?
"I'm busy, I have to go." I say.
"Were you trying to sneak in?" He asks.
"No!" I yell, "Just let go of my arm! I have things to do, sir."
"All I'm asking is to see your ticket." He says.
"Well, too bad," I snap, "How do I know you're not a fraud guard trying to steal my ticket?"
"I have an official badge, ma'am," He says, showing it to me, "Anymore proof?"
"That could be a fake." I say.
"Ma'am, I've worked with the F.B.I before!" He yells, "Either show me the ticket, or I'm going to have to take you downtown."
"Well, maybe I'm just here to check the place out." I say.
"You don't have a ticket, do you?" He asks.
"No." I reply, "But you don't know anything! Maybe I wasn't trying to sneak in, because I actually wasn't! I was just checking Dylan Cosby's concert place out. You know..."
"You were trying to step foot in through the back," He says, "You weren't just checking the place out, ma'am. We're going downtown."
"Please, no!" I cry.
"I don't take pleading." He says.
more coming soon
*written in first person*
Hi, I'm Tess Quarry. I have brown hair, hazel eyes, and I'm about 5'5 tall. I was passing downtown alone in the evening, when I saw a giant banner, which people were walking through and forming a large crowd. It looked like something extraordinary was going on over there! I read the banner, and it was about my favorite singer, Dylan Cosby! I loved his beautiful voice. I would die to go to that concert. Maybe I could sneak in? It probably is too late to buy a ticket, and I'll just have to sneak in if I want to see Dylan Cosby sing live.
There was a ticket man right in the front, so I'll have to go around. I got out of my car, and began to sneak around when a man in a suit caught me. He had dirty blond hair that was perfectly creating a half-fauxhawk hairstyle. He was a bit of a cutie. Who was he? I haven't got the slightest idea who this man is. He grabs my arm as I try to make entrance through the back.
"Where do you think you're going ma'am?" He asks me.
"Checking the place out." I say, "Maybe I'll go in."
"Do you have a ticket for entrance?" He asks.
"Of course," I snap, "I just wanted to see if going to Dylan Cosby's concert was worth it. I'm a busy girl, you know!"
"I'm sure you are ma'am," He says, "But I'm not just any man. I'm security. You didn't walk through the front, so I'm going to have to ask to see your ticket first. Once you show me, you can carry on."
For a minute, I panic. Will I just have to lie my way out of this?
"I'm busy, I have to go." I say.
"Were you trying to sneak in?" He asks.
"No!" I yell, "Just let go of my arm! I have things to do, sir."
"All I'm asking is to see your ticket." He says.
"Well, too bad," I snap, "How do I know you're not a fraud guard trying to steal my ticket?"
"I have an official badge, ma'am," He says, showing it to me, "Anymore proof?"
"That could be a fake." I say.
"Ma'am, I've worked with the F.B.I before!" He yells, "Either show me the ticket, or I'm going to have to take you downtown."
"Well, maybe I'm just here to check the place out." I say.
"You don't have a ticket, do you?" He asks.
"No." I reply, "But you don't know anything! Maybe I wasn't trying to sneak in, because I actually wasn't! I was just checking Dylan Cosby's concert place out. You know..."
"You were trying to step foot in through the back," He says, "You weren't just checking the place out, ma'am. We're going downtown."
"Please, no!" I cry.
"I don't take pleading." He says.
more coming soon
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