Hangman
Life is like a game of Hangman, get one letter right you're close to winning, get one wrong, and trouble starts to appear…
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Chapter 1: Syndrome?
Summary: Follow 10 year old Grace Williams into the land of Disney. What happens when a little 10 year old girl starts seeing Disney? Literally? It's a battle of good vs. bad all in one hotel. It's like a simple game of hangman…right?
It was a typical day, my dad was going to an interview for a job, he hasn't had one since we moved. So this time he was going to interview to work for a hotel. You're probably wondering who I am by now, my name is Grace Williams. I'm 10 and have shoulder length choppy brown hair with bangs a little over my forehead, dark brown eyes and reddish lips. Today I was wearing a red t-shirt, jeans, black skater shoes and a black sweatshirt with the sleeves rolled up and it was zipped about half way. I had to go with my dad this time because my babysitter had the flu. So there we were, in the lobby waiting and waiting. Until a spiky red haired man walked up to my dad, he looked about in his late 20's. He kinda looked like Syndrome from the Incredibles, except he had a goatee that was red too and he was wearing a black suit.
"You must be, Mr. Williams?" He said in an actually, evil kind of voice.
"Why yes hello nice to meet you Mr.…."
"Synley" he cut my dad off, he even sounded like Syndrome…awkward. Maybe I was watching just a little too much Disney.
Then he stared at me for a few moments, then gave a sly smile, it creeped me out.
"And, who is this young lady"? He asked me, I raised an eyebrow. Why should he care?
"I…I'm Grace". I managed to say, he raised an eyebrow and observed me. He finally stopped and turned back to my dad.
"What a beautiful daughter you have, Mr. Williams". He said to him, I made a disgusted look. My father just nodded, obviously not suspicious like I was.
"She looks just like her mother". He said. I hated it when he mentioned mom.
"Very well, shall we go to the interview"? He asked, my dad nodded and we started to walk off, but Mr. Synley stopped me. He bent down to my level……what? I'm a short kid.
"Daddy's little princess has to stay here". He said to me, mockingly when he said princess. I sneered at him.
"Don't call me that, you hot head". I said.
"Grace"! My dad snapped at me, I looked up. Mr. Synley chuckled.
"Feisty, aren't we"? There's that mock again, I sneered at him again. My dad grabbed my hand and dragged me close to him. He got down on one knee and eyed me.
"Please honey, be nice. I really need this job. So just go wait in the lobby and I'll be back soon". I grumbled but nodded. He got up and gestured forward.
"Shall we"? He asked Syndro…I mean Mr. Synley. I walked over to the couch in the lobby and sat there. Why bother picking up a magazine, I can't understand half of the crap they write in those anyways. I looked back up and watched my dad talk to Mr. Synley. Something, just something wasn't right about that man. I don't know what it was. I looked around and noticed a blonde haired boy sitting next to me, was he just there a few seconds ago? He looked about my age. I cleared my throat, no harm in trying to start a conversation right?
"Hi". I said, he looked up at me and smiled. Obviously wanting someone to talk to also.
"Hi". He said back in a friendly tone. I smiled.
"My name's Grace, what's yours"? I asked.
"Dash". I froze up at the name, and then I looked at him again. He looked like Dash from the Incredibles! First a guy who looked like Syndrome, and now Dash? Talk about AWKWARD!
"Nice to meet you". I finally managed to say, we shook hands and I decided to ask him a question.
"Hey Dash? What's your last name"? This way, I'd know for sure.
"Parr and yours"? Parr, oh my god, it was him!
"Uh, Williams". He seemed shocked by my last name too. He quickly got and grabbed my hand. He then dragged me over too the elevator. I tired to struggle but dang that kid was strong.
"What are you doing"! I asked him, he didn't look back but answered.
"Come to my suite and I'll tell you everything". I rose an eyebrow but nodded.
"Ok"? Just then a shadow came over us, making Dash stop and let go of my hand.
"Going somewhere children"? A familiar mocking voice asked us I knew who it was, Syndrome. We turned around and boy was I right. I gulped; the guy can be pretty scary.
"Mr. Parr, I'd prefer if Ms. Williams stays in the lobby". He said sneering at Dash. Dash gave him a determined look and stepped in front of me.
"Oh yeah"? He asked him, gabbing my hand, telling me…we were gonna run for it.
"Yes". He answered; I lowered my eyebrows and smiled.
"If you can catch me first"! I shouted, and both Dash and I rushed towards the elevator. Luckily we made it in time.
"Boy that was a close one". I said still panting, Dash looked at me concerned.
"What's wrong"? I asked him, he sighed.
"Grace, I'm from a move". He blurted out. I stood up straight and placed my hands on my hips.
"I had a feeling; you were going to say that".
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