07-02-2009

I am not sure I like this entry, but I think if I reworked it a little...


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     Abby flicked her cigarette over the heads of the people walking in front of her. They turned and looked at her, surprised to see a seemingly sweet, attractive young blond sitting on the steps.
     "What the hell are you looking at?" she said. She glared at them as they walked on. 'Pussies,' she thought. 'No one has any balls these days.'
     Abby leaned back on the steps. Downtown in the summer was pretty dead, but with incoming students and their parents floating in and out of town it gave her a fresh audience to entertain; or a fresh audience to entertain her. Regardless, there was nothing going on and Abby was getting fidgety.
     Summer classes were not keeping her as busy as she as hoped; then again, nothing seemed to keep her busy anymore. Things were becoming boring, weak challenges; however, she knew she had to play the game to get her degree and move on to grad school. Perhaps there she would find more of a challenge.
     Abby's cell phone beeped. She didn't flinch. It was a nice day and she was not a fan of wasting nice days talking on her phone. Abby was definitely only wired for her needs; technology was there for her when she needed, not when others needed her. Her phone began to beep again. "Damn it," she said as she snapped up her backpack and rummaged around for her phone. "What?"
     "Miss Harper," a female voice said.
     "Yes, what?" Abby snapped.
     "We need you to come to the courthouse and meet with our representative," the woman told her.
     "Who is this?" Abby looked around, "Is this Courtney? Are you fucking with me?"
     "My name is Ellie," the woman said. "You will meet a young lady named Joan, main lobby of the courthouse in one hour." Abby didn't respond. "Miss Harper, do you understand?"
     "Not really," Abby said. "What is this all about? What organization is this? Why should I meet with you?"
     "If you prefer, we can come to you at your home at 141 North Johnson Street, apartment A-2," Ellie said. "However, we find that meeting in a very public location eases our first contact with people.".
     Abby stood up, grabbed her backpack and started walking towards home. "Seriously, how do you know my home address? Who are you?". Abby walked faster, constantly surveilling the area, looking over her shoulder, her eyes moving back and forth quickly.
     "We're the good guys," Ellie said. "We can answer your specific questions once you meet with Joan, but until then you'll have to trust me."
     "That's easier said than done, Ellie," Abby said. "How am I to trust some one I am talking to on a phone that is not showing an active call?" Abby's voice cracked a little. A drink. I needed a drink. This maybe more entertainment than she cared for; however, it was going happen one way or another.


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