Iâm not that pleased with how it turned out but itâs good practise. The intro is kind of bad but I hope you like it anyway!Â
It was darker than it used to be. America was about to leave summer and go into fall. I liked fall, it made my job easier. This night the boss had told me to get a small, beautiful one. Iâll probably find what Iâm looking for either on Jackson Street or that square with all those annoyingly artsy shops. The light turned green and I continued to drive. Jackson Street is closer and I want to get home before four so I can watch the morning shows. The ones that start so early are my favourites, the hosts act all crazy since theyâre really tired and donât think anyoneâs watching. But I am and itâs hilarious. I need to hurry, itâs already one oâclock and who know how long it takes to find it. I also need to give it to the boss before I can go home. Shit I might not make it in time. I pressed down the gas harder, where is that damn Jackson Street? I kept my eyes locked to the road as if it would make me move faster. Why havenât I reached it yet, shouldnât it be here? Why does this happen every time? I think that I know my way around the city but it always end up with me needing Google maps. I opened my phone and clicked on the app, two blocks, 3 minutes away. Soon there. I threw my phone at the seat next to me and started the car. Thatâs one block. I looked up at the sky and it was clouded, prefect. Thatâs two blocks and turn the car. Finally, Jackson Street. There was no street lights and the moonlight was covered by clouds. I parked alongside the sidewalk, turned off the car and crawled back in the tailgate of the van. Now all I had to do was wait. I stuck my head up behind the passenger seat and looked through the window, two men were walking towards the car but they canât see me. Men never look inside cars when passing them, only women do, which makes them more of a challenge. I checked the time, two oâclock. I need to fix this soon or else Iâll miss my show. I heard bright voices and pitched laughter and looked through the window. A large group of young women walked near the car, two of the were holding keys tightly in their hand, as if that could be used as a weapon. One of them were every third second looking over her shoulder. No one is stupid enough to try those girls, groups are the most difficult target. I pressed my ear against the door to get somewhat entertained with what they were saying.
âBut wait, whereâs Melissa?â One of the girls said. Definitely the group-mom.
âOh she had to use the bathroom before leaving. She said that sheâll catch up as soon as sheâs done, but we all know how long Melissa can be on the toilette right?â giggled someone as an answer.
âYou sure we shouldnât wait for her?â The first girl clearly pretended to be worried. Classic women, theyâre all fake.
âNo come on Amy, we canât wait for her all the time. Itâs soo boring to wait.â I think a third girl joined the conversation but Iâm not sure, everyone sounded the same. Itâs impossible to hear any difference between them.
I couldnât hear the answer from Amy but they didnât turn around so I guess they decided to leave their friend. Perfect. Letâs hope this Melissa is hot and tiny.
About ten minutes later a tall, skinny girl with long brown hair walked down the street. Melissa I guess. She looked up, saw the van and took her phone out of her purse. She put it up against her ear, she didnât even touch it. Fake phone call, as if that ever saved anyone, she didnât even try to make it seem real. I heard her footsteps and fake conversation outside the van. I threw up the door, grabbed her shoulders and pulled her into the car. Her muscles tightened under my hands but she didnât move. It was so nice that the bodyâs reflex was to freeze when attacked, it made things so much easier. I pressed a towel against her face, blocking her mouth and nose and she passed out. Great then, job done and itâs only 2:30. Iâll make it. I started the car and drove towards meeting place, after that I could finally go home. When the darkness of fall will come then I wouldnât even have to stress to catch my show.
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