authors noteee: this story goes out to MissNitaGirl! she guessed the right answer for the 'Moksha!' chapter of the story 'Hey, Look! Strawberries!", and gave me this story idea to write out for her. It is from her collection, and she was planning to write it, but sadly couldnt get them going. i am verrrrrry happy that i get the job of turning this idea into one kickass storyyy! she had many other good ideas, but i picked up this one immediately, and turned it over in my head for about 3 days. and now, im proud to present, chapter one of 'Panic', idea by MissNitaGirl, writing by me, and (hopefully) some BETA FISHIIIE ACTION from the loved Habeous Corpus, my beta from many other stories.
yeahh, buddy; heres a disclaimer for yeahh. we had to write a story about what we would first do if we ruled the world in English on Monday, and i wrote about how i would make Teresa and Patrick kiss, Grace and Wayne get married, bring back Boscoe and Minelli, and make Cho dance around singing 'Eye of the Tiger' in his underwear all day. in my adrenaline rush of excitement, i forgot to mention that it was all mentalist based, and my teacher had no clue who or what i was talking about. this is proof that i dont own the mentalist, or the amazing characters. alright well im about to piss in my pants right now so any errors, blame them on this PMSing bladder of mine, lol.
1. One Mistaken Call
Her heart was about to pound out of her chest right now. Her friends had already been picked up; it was just her standing outside; alone. Meggie's curly brown hair was blowing around her face, making it hard to see the man sitting in the car, near her. Meggie's full name was Maya Margret Vaughan, and nobody knew how she got the nickname Meggie out of that one. Either way, the name fit for the spunky 15 year old girl, with her bright green eyes and a smile that could warm your heart. Meggie was short for her age, and gives the word 'stumpy' a much better meaning.
Right now, she was wishing that she hadn't worn the Diadora shorts to the soccer game tonight. Her legs were getting chilly from the spring night's air, and they were also 'not fingertip length', as their school principal would say. She was wearing a light blue fitted Northface jacket, and she kept pulling the sleeves down over her thumbs, so that she could grip her fingers around the cuff, feeling safer.
The man kept staring at her. He looked to be in his 30's, with shaved brown hair, and a pale face. He had a light moustache on his upper lip, enough to give you the creeps.
Where the Hell is Johnny? Meggie thought. He was supposed to be here 20 minutes ago!
The creeper car's headlights turned off, and he looked like he was about to get out of the car. Meggie then dialed Johnny's number with trembling hands. The creeper car's door opened, and the man stepped out of the vehicle.
The phone rang 3 times, before a womans voice answered.
TBC, my babes:D