Hey hey! Sobheres the next chapter, probably the quickest Ive updated yet, thanks to all of your reveiws and sorry if I've forgot to reply to them. bit here's the next drama packed (sorta) chapter of- 'not Just A Game'
yay,
Maddy :)
I'm still in the taxi, thinking. Occasionally getting slightly distracted. But always, always coming back to my thoughts.
She finishes her short speech with
"let the dance commence" this may sound bad but I may or may not have zoned out a bit through that I should seriously pay more attention, cause thats part of the job.
What I didn't realise when I came here, was that this ball is a competition. Whoever wins gets a check to send to the charity of their choice. Me and Dan remember to blend in with the crowd, and we do so. His hands joint with mine in a traditional ballroom dancing pose. We try to take it slowly, but Im not so good with slow dance.I accidentally step on his feet...
"ow," he starts on me. I stand there a worried and I-knew-I-couldnt-dance-in-the-first-place-look. "How did you manage to step on both my feet at once?"
"i dunno..." I say apologetically. "i cant dance."
"well, you can say that one again."
"look at Emma," I say. We both turn and see this blond sophisticated girl tangoing with, well I dont know who if Im honest.
"she might actually have a chance of winning this," Dan says.
"shes amazing," I claim, I've never seen someone dance like that before not in real life, not upfront!
Finally the food is served, I am STARVING. Maybe its the whole dancing thing. But Im hungry a lot of the time, and one of the only (the literal only thing) about being a ideal clone for the mastermind is that... You stay skinny no matter what you eat! Not like skinny eww, but not having to worry about your weight skinny.
We sit ourselves down at the table, a buffet ready and waiting. I'd like to say I took my time with the food and ate it slowly and didn't have a stomach ache after but, that would be a lie.
once we've finished and we've all just had our coffees and teas to finish off our fab choices of garlic bread, plain bread, chicken wings, spaghetti, lasagne, chocolate brownie with ice cream and chocolate sauce and just ice cream (any flavour) , wow these guys must live off a goldmine.
but the raffles started and this time its Mr Groner talking, however his wife sits among some guests, making them feel welcome.
"hello everybody, I do hope you've been enjoying you're meal we've had our best cooks on it. Anyway we are almost beyond our limited time restriction, so, on with the raffle. The third prize winner, who wins a small amount of £1,000" small amount! I think not. "Is emma Newman!" There is a stop for applause "emma, can you please retrieve this after everyones gone..." He pauses as someone bursts through the door (strangely quietly) this small man with bug eyes behind his giant saucer glasses says;
"sorry... Sorry to disrupt but there is a taxi here for Mr and Mrs Plotan." Im a bit confused at first but then realise Dan had ordered it before, and we didn't expect to be caught up and the ball not over yet. We awkwardly walk out.
I still haven't spoke to Dan yet, not since I told him off for ordering the taxi too soon. Im snapped back too reality when the driver says;
"Look guys, Im gonna have too stop for petrol, don't worry I wont charge you extra." He gets out the car and takes his keys out with him. He might be using pay at the pump or something.
"look, maddy" I'm surprised he used my cover name I keep forgetting to use hos "im sorry I ordered the taxi too soon but you don't have too go of in a mood about it"
"Im not in a moo..." I stop myself the taxi dude is walking round the back of the petrol station, past the shop bit I mean. He hasn't even put in petrol yet... Dans noticed too.
"He hasn't put in the petrol yet though?" He asks confused. We both take off our seatbelt s in a lightning flash an climb towards the front. I try the door on my side and Dan try's the drivers door. They're both locked, thats why he took the keys. Dan messes with the steering wheel and the pedals to see if theres anything he can do while I rummage through the compartment but at the front.
We both come to a holt when the song 'if I was a boy' by Beyoncé is replaced with a countdown. A coundown of a sound I didnt wanna hear.
Ticking...
There Is A Bomb In Our Taxi...
I know there strikes the cliffy under your bed again! Mwa hahaha. I hope this has made you want to read on mwahahahahaha. Please reveiw with constructive criticism and thoughts,
The Cliffy Under Your Bed,
Maddy :)
