11/2/08

NaNoWriMo Excerpt #1

“You have to help me!” a teen-aged girl with dark brown hair cried as she ran up to a mid-thirty-year-old man.

“What’s wrong?” the man asked, gripping the girls’ shoulders firmly. The man, dressed in a three-piece, semi-casual suit, looked the girl over. She was dishevelled looking in today’s high fashion, as well as dirt-crusted, making him believe that she was probably one of many underage New York call girls with a temperamental Joe.


“I was—and he—,” the girl screamed and jumped as a gunshot exploded behind the man.


“Johannson! Watch your back!” a woman with dirty blonde hair and dark brown eyes said angrily as she kept her gun trained on a teen-aged boy. “Drop the loot!” she commanded and the boy did so before running as fast as he could.


Coward!” the girl cried after him, not even trying to run with the man’s iron grip on her shoulders.


“You fell for that, Johannson; what was that about?” the woman asked the man, Johannson.


“Awe, c’mon, Jamison; it was one time,” Johannson replied as Jamison picked up the dropped goods.


“That would’ve cost you your wallet, badge, phone, and keys,” Jamison replied, running a hand through her hair.


“What’s your name, girl?” Johannson asked firmly, shaking her a little.


“Samantha Elizabeth Parker, but everyone calls me Sam,” the girl replied, her bright blue eyes mischievous.


“Alright, Miss Parker, you’re under arrest for being an accessory to an attempted robbery,” Jamison said firmly.


“I have the right to remain silent; anything I say can and will be used against me, blah-blah-blah,” Sam mocked, rolling her eyes.


“You’ve been watching way too many cop shows,” Jamison stated, pulling a pair of handcuffs from her pocket.


“Or arrested, you know, whatever works,” Sam quipped, smirking.


“Check her in the database,” Jamison instructed suspiciously, gripping Sam’s handcuffs really tight.


“Jamison,” Johannson said a few minutes later. “The last arrest ofa Samantha Parker was twenty years ago.”


“Attempted grand theft auto—partner was a coward too,” Sam laughed maliciously as the adults looked on, confusion evident in her faces.

Word Count: 348

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