PROLOGUE- YES! So excited for this!
I don't own Phineas and Ferb, might change the title, might not. Let me know!
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GENERAL POV
The woman ran into the nearest store and clutched her purse to her chest, watching as the dark shape zipped past the store she was currently in. She let out a sigh of relief when the shape didn't stop, and she stood up quietly, glancing around.
She had somehow ended up in a wig shop on the corner of the street. It was quiet in the room, the florescent lights sending off the only noise in the area. She stepped around a rack of blond wigs and spotted a bored looking teenage girl flipping through a magazine at the desk. The girl glanced up and smiled.
"Hi! What can I do for you?" she asked, her soft British lilt calming the woman instantly.
"I'm sorry; um….i wasn't actually meaning to come in here."
The girl's smile faded instantly. "Oh. Well, I see. Have a wonderful day then, ma'am."
The woman smiled. The poor girl looked so bored…."Actually, come to think of it, why not? I could always use it to fool my girlfriends."
The girl smiled and stepped out from behind the counter. "Oh thank you. My boss has been on me to sell more. She doesn't realize that most people don't buy wigs now a days."
The woman nodded. "I understand completely."
"Now," the girl, whose nametag identified her as Sally, said, "what kind would you like?"
The woman smiled. "Let's have a little fun with this. How exotic do you have?"
Sally looked stunned. "You mean, like hot pink?"
The woman scoffed. "Of course not, sweetie. I'm in my late thirties, not my teens. Do you have anything softer?"
Sally grinned and led her to the back. "I think I have something…."
Twenty minutes later, Sally walked her to the door, holding her purchases. Both women were laughing. "Thank you so much for your service!" Sally called as she held the door for the woman.
The lady nodded. "You should be the most popular wig store. You are such a sweetheart!"
Sally blushed and shut the door behind her. The woman smiled, and walked down the street, dropping a letter in the mailbox for her grandmother on the way. She stopped at the corner and hailed a cabbie (Don't ask me to use British phrases; can't do it). "Nearest airport, please," she said to the gruff man in the front.
He barely looked up as he peeled away from the corner.
They arrived at the airport in the next ten minutes and the woman paid the cabbie, who sped away the second the money touched his fingers.
He began searching the stations, and finally settled on one with the news.
"-and in recent events, police ask citizens to be on the lookout for Tanya Black, who broke out from prison early this morning. Police describe her as dark haired, dark eyed, five foot-"
"Damn news bulletins," the cabbie muttered as he slammed the radio off. "They don't tell you anything useful."
Yes short. But it got you interested, right?
I can't wait for this, so R and R to tell me how I'm doing!