Secret Identity
Brad ran down the halls of the hotel, trying to get away from the girls.
He saw Dolly and Polly walking down the hall. He panicked. He threw himself into a janitor's closet and eavesdropped on their conversation.
"Do you believe those girls?" Dolly asked Polly "fighting over some boy? That is so disgusting!"
"I know." Polly agreed, shaking her head.
"I'm never gonna date." Dolly said.
"Never?" Polly asked. She sounded a little unsure.
"Well… yeah… but I'll wait until I'm at least twenty-one. That's how old Molly was." Dolly said.
"Oh. Well then, me, too." Polly said, smiling.
"Brad isn't even that cute, anyway." Dolly mumbled as they walked off.
"Yes I is." Brad mumbled stepping out of the closet. He spotted Tracy walking down the hall. He quickly picked up a dry mop and took the stick part off. He put the other part on his head so it looked like he had hair. Then he took off his jeans. His shirt was really baggy, so when he tied his belt around his shirt, it looked like a dress. He stepped out of the closet.
"Hi… um… my name is Tracy. Do you know a Brad?" She asked politely.
"Nah, dawg." Brad said.
"What did you say?" Tracy asked.
Brad realized that he needed to drop the thug words and the deep voice.
"I said… um…uh… I said…hot dog… yeah… hot dog. I'm so hungry." Brad said in a really squeaky voice. He rubbed his stomach.
"Oh… okay." Tracy said.
"I'm sorry I don't know Brad. He left with John." Brad said.
"How do you not know him and know that he left with John." Tracy asked. It was the first smart thing she said in days… maybe even years.
They were both quiet for a few long moments.
"What?" Brad asked.
"You just said –"
"What? I can't hear you. I'm going through a tunnel, speak up! KKKKSSSSSHHHHHH." Brad said, trying to make static noises.
"But we're not on a phone…" Tracy said, confused.
"I don't know what you're talking about." Brad said nervously. He walked away.
"Thanks for your help anyway!" Tracy called after him.
