"Jonathan, darling where do you think we should go for our next outing? Paris? Hawai? Oh nevermind I'll just book both." The plump, red headed women said as she sipped a latte. MaryAnne and Jonathan were enjoying breakfast at a cafe, in their prissy, gated community.
"Marvoulous idea dear. Oh my, do you hear that?" Jonthan said setting down his soy vanilla half-calf latte. MaryAnne put down he fork and listened.
"Sounds like crying." She replied. Without another word they both got up to investigate. Not far in a small alley they found the source. After grimacing at the trash covered alley, the couple found a young girl, maybe 17 sitting against the brick wall hugging her knees. Her body shook as she sobbed. The couple exchanged a look.
"Young lady, are you alright?" Jonathan asked heistantly. The girl held up her head and the couple held back a gasp. She was blind. Her blond hair was dry, and dirty, and her face was covered with bruises and mud.
"Hello? Is someone there?" The girl asked in a shakey voice.
"Yes dear. My name is MaryAnne, and I'm with my husband Jonathan. Are you alright?'
"They won't let me keep him!" The girl said more tears streaming down her cheeks.
"Keep who?' Jonathan asked.
"Him!" The girl said pointing to her right. For the first time they noticed a black lab sitting next to her.
"He's my guide dog. I can't afford him now, so their gonna take him away." The girl explained.
"Well where is you mother and father honey?" MaryAnne asked empathaticly.
'My daddy didn't want me so he left. My mommy died last week. Now I gotta go to the ophanage and they won't let me keep him." The girl said then broke in to a sob. MaryAnne knelt next to her.
"You poor thing! Oh, perhaps it won't help much but would $100 help?" she asked. The girl nodded. She tucked the bill into her hand.
"M'am you are so kind. You remind me of my mother. May I hug you?" The girl asked.
"Oh yes my lovely!" MaryAnne said hugging the girl lightly, not wanting to get any of the girl's filth on her.
"Well we must be going. Come along, Jonathan. I am so charitable! I am exactly like Angelena Jolie." MaryAnee said as they walked away. The girl waited till their footsteps stopped echoing, which meant thye were out of the alley. As soon as the clicking of a $500 heel ceased, she took off her wig,coat, and contacts. She tossed them all in a nearby dumpster. She wiped off her make-up revealing a sweet, heart shaped face surronded by dark, chocolaty, brown hair. She opened the wallet she just pick-pocketed and counted.
"$700!" She exclaimed. She heard a low growl from the dog.
"Oh right sorry." She said tossing him a dog biscut. He quickly scarffed it down.
"Nice working with you." She nodded toward him. She put up her hood then patted her pocket with the wallet.
"Fay, you sly dog." She said to herself. Then after a short run she lept onto the near by chain link fence and made it over with ease. She ran through the forest pausing only to pick up her backpack, that she hid by a tree.
"I love getting in a con before class." She smiled. After making her way through more forest she came to the sidewalk. What was this town called again? Right! FateVille. Personally she found it a little cheesy. She checked her watch. Crap! Was it that late? If she was late one more time the school would call her parents...who don't exist. That would be a problem. Fay took off again this time in a sprint. As she neared the school the bell rang making her curse. She found the window to her first class and already formed a plan B. She saw her first period teacher, mumbling something about page 84. Fay took out a small mirror and angled it just right so the sun would hit 's eyes. He took off his thick framed glasses and rubbed his eyes. She took her chance to climb through the window and took her seat earning some glances form her classmates.
"Susan where did you come from?" asked after he put on his glasses. Fay smiled responding to her alias.
"I was one of the first ones here, sir." She said innocently.
"Oh, okay." He said eventually, with no reconisition. She sighed relvieved. Thank goodness he was old!
10 minutes inot the lesson she found herself dreading how old he was. This lesson was painfully boring. If it was up to her she wouldn't go to school. But it would look very out of place if she didn't go to school. Her gaze started wandering around the room till they rested in a hateful glare on the douchbag twins. Thye were two guys who had identical douchbageness. The two were putting a "kick me" sign on a scrawny boys back.
"Ametuars." She mumbled. Fay stretched her arms. You want a prank, I'll give you a prank. She thought. Fay snapped her fingers and watched thier expressions go from amused to "Oh shit". The bell rang and she watched everyone leave backpacks slung over shoulders. Everyone except the twins. They looked at each other unsure what to do. Or rather doo doo. She strolled by a sweet smile on her face.
"What's the matter boys? Too much prune juice?" She said keeping a straight face. Their eyes grew wide, lumps grew in ther throat.
"Well toodles!" she called skipping out. Fay knew it was odd that she had powers. But after a month in an orphanage at age 10 they were her only way of survivial. So she took off with her only posseions: a silver knife, her mom's journal, a flask of holy water, a photo of her parents and a pentagram protection necklace. Since then she was on her own. Her thoughts were halted when she walked into her second period class, math. Instead of the cat eyed, hooked nose, irritation causing , there was a sub. But the sub was just kinda odd. She was good at reading people and the story he was telling was not sub. Subs were usually nervous, or trying to look authoritive. He was neither. He had short, spikey, blondish hair and hazel eyes. He nodded to student as they walked in but otherwise he curiuosly poked around the teacher's desk. He grew wide-eyed as he pulled out a shiny object.
"Woah,why does your teacher have this in her desk?" He asked not directly to anybody.
"It's a letter opener dumbass." she said without thinking. She held her breath as she sat down waiting for his response. Would they try to call her parents? He didn't seem mad, more embarressed.
"I knew that. And don't use that kind of language or you'll get a detention or something." He said making her raise an eyebrow. He stood up.
"Hi. I'm Mr. Young. Today you need to complete...you know what? You guys don't care, and honestly I don't either. Do whatever you want." He said triumphantly. The room erupted in applause. People got out cellphones, and ipods, while she got out her mom's hunting journal. She slammed it shut when a shadow loomed over her.
"Sup, ?"
"Had to hand back a test. You got an A. Nice job, you good at math?"
"Better at blackjack." She answered taking it from him. He nodded his gaze staying a little too long. Not like he was staring, but like he noticed something pecuilar. He smiled and walked away. The bell rang later and as she walked out she heard her sub's voice.
"Nice protection necklace Fay." She kept walking scared out of her mind.