I'm back again! I just can't seem to stay away. This one is unique and will speak for itself. So hope you enjoy!
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Elizabeth McGuire slid her finger across the top of the bronze-ish envelope her mother had laid aside for her.
Her best friend, Miranda Sanchez looked up her dark hair falling across her shoulders. Her dark eyebrows shot up as she leaned forward. "What is that?"
Lizzie shrugged as she pulled out a crisp white letter, dropping the envelope on to the arm of the couch.
David "Gordo" Gordon leaned across the couch and snatched up the envelope. "Dream Vacations?" he read skeptically. "What did you order?"
Lizzie's eyebrows scrunched together as her eyes quickly scanned the letter, suddenly her pretty face broke into a large grin. "I've won a free vacation!"
Miranda jumped up and stood behind her. "Where to?"
"I don't know. Some kind of boat trip..."
Gordo stood up and plucked the letter from Lizzie's hand. "A dream vacation for three across the Atlantic Ocean on a luxury liner?" he lowered the letter and looked at his ecstatic friends. "Do you really think something like this is going to be free?"
Lizzie snatched the letter back and quickly read over it. "It doesn't say a word about paying anything. It just says to call the number at the bottom."
"Did you win a contest?"
Lizzie paused from a moment then nodded slowly, smirking at Miranda. "Remember that one night we were bored and we signed up for all the free offers on the internet? This must be from that!"
"This is so great, Lizzie!" Miranda exclaimed. "What do you wear on a luxury liner?"
"You're telling me that the two of you are actually considering going on a vacation on a ship you know nothing about, with a company you know nothing about."
"Well, no," Lizzie stated slowly, her hazel eyes scanning the letter.
Gordo smiled. "Thank you."
"You're coming too," she said quickly.
Gordo jerked his head up. "What? No, I never agreed to that."
"Gordo!" Lizzie insisted. "Three free tickets, there's three of us, it only makes sense."
"No. No it doesn't. Lizzie this is some kind of internet scam that you gave your address out to," he stated stubbornly, grabbing the letter and holding it away from her.
Miranda picked up the envelope off the floor and pointed in the top corner to the return address. "They're here in Hillridge."
"What?" Gordo asked.
"The return address; it's in that huge office building in downtown Hillridge."
Lizzie took Gordo momentary surprise as a chance to lean across him and grab the letter. "Look, it says to come in for a meeting, what would be the harm in trying. We'll be in a public building, lots of people around, lots of cameras...Come with us. And if you find one thing, one single thing that makes this looks like it's some kind of perverted, American-women- trading-black market thing, we'll scream and run out," she bargained. "And we won't go."
"W-what?" Miranda stuttered. "Who said I wouldn't go?"
Lizzie shot her a look and Miranda fell back onto the couch, her arms crossed a stubborn look across her face. Lizzie turned her attention back to Gordo as she placed her hands on her hips. "So, what do you think? Will you go to the meeting with us?"
Gordo sighed deeply, taking the letter from her outstretched hand. He read over it again and looked at her. "If I find one thing suspicious—"
"We leave," Lizzie stated firmly over Miranda moan of defeat.
Please let me know what you think, especially since the story is so new. Please review!
Elizabeth McGuire slid her finger across the top of the bronze-ish envelope her mother had laid aside for her.
Her best friend, Miranda Sanchez looked up her dark hair falling across her shoulders. Her dark eyebrows shot up as she leaned forward. "What is that?"
Lizzie shrugged as she pulled out a crisp white letter, dropping the envelope on to the arm of the couch.
David "Gordo" Gordon leaned across the couch and snatched up the envelope. "Dream Vacations?" he read skeptically. "What did you order?"
Lizzie's eyebrows scrunched together as her eyes quickly scanned the letter, suddenly her pretty face broke into a large grin. "I've won a free vacation!"
Miranda jumped up and stood behind her. "Where to?"
"I don't know. Some kind of boat trip..."
Gordo stood up and plucked the letter from Lizzie's hand. "A dream vacation for three across the Atlantic Ocean on a luxury liner?" he lowered the letter and looked at his ecstatic friends. "Do you really think something like this is going to be free?"
Lizzie snatched the letter back and quickly read over it. "It doesn't say a word about paying anything. It just says to call the number at the bottom."
"Did you win a contest?"
Lizzie paused from a moment then nodded slowly, smirking at Miranda. "Remember that one night we were bored and we signed up for all the free offers on the internet? This must be from that!"
"This is so great, Lizzie!" Miranda exclaimed. "What do you wear on a luxury liner?"
"You're telling me that the two of you are actually considering going on a vacation on a ship you know nothing about, with a company you know nothing about."
"Well, no," Lizzie stated slowly, her hazel eyes scanning the letter.
Gordo smiled. "Thank you."
"You're coming too," she said quickly.
Gordo jerked his head up. "What? No, I never agreed to that."
"Gordo!" Lizzie insisted. "Three free tickets, there's three of us, it only makes sense."
"No. No it doesn't. Lizzie this is some kind of internet scam that you gave your address out to," he stated stubbornly, grabbing the letter and holding it away from her.
Miranda picked up the envelope off the floor and pointed in the top corner to the return address. "They're here in Hillridge."
"What?" Gordo asked.
"The return address; it's in that huge office building in downtown Hillridge."
Lizzie took Gordo momentary surprise as a chance to lean across him and grab the letter. "Look, it says to come in for a meeting, what would be the harm in trying. We'll be in a public building, lots of people around, lots of cameras...Come with us. And if you find one thing, one single thing that makes this looks like it's some kind of perverted, American-women- trading-black market thing, we'll scream and run out," she bargained. "And we won't go."
"W-what?" Miranda stuttered. "Who said I wouldn't go?"
Lizzie shot her a look and Miranda fell back onto the couch, her arms crossed a stubborn look across her face. Lizzie turned her attention back to Gordo as she placed her hands on her hips. "So, what do you think? Will you go to the meeting with us?"
Gordo sighed deeply, taking the letter from her outstretched hand. He read over it again and looked at her. "If I find one thing suspicious—"
"We leave," Lizzie stated firmly over Miranda moan of defeat.