Mancy Academy
This is a Snip-It from a novel I am writing called Mancy Academy.
It is about a lady named Felix who's sister always got the best of things, for instance, nearly all of her grandmother's will. But in a time before the story takes place, her sister was murdered by a man- and quite inconveniently, the man that Felix is in love with. She kidnaps the man, but sets him free, where he goes into hiding. He turns up missing a week later, and Felix is the prime suspect.
Jasper Grebbe
The Basement
9/1/2007
I woke up feeling weird, the atmosphere smoky and humid. It's was like a nightmare, the way I couldn't see anything. Adrenaline rushed through my veins. The faint glinting of the ashes on a cigarette caught my eye, so I looked more closely to the corner of the room. A bright light flashed on, and Felix stood above me, smirking.
"You're awake..." she said, and looked me straight in the eye. "Now you listen to me."
Felix Derea
The Living Room
9/7/2007
A sleek, black car pulled up the driveway. Who could it be? I then figured it out. The FBI, but for who's sake? A man in a black suit walked up to my door, and rung the bell. I took inch-long steps towards the door. Goldie barked madly. I opened the door, and looked eye-to-eye with a big, bulky guy.
"Hello, ma'm. May I come inside?" I stared blankly. "Oh!" he exclaimed, then held up his driver's license. "I'm- er- federal police."
"Very official." I said, examining the picture of this man. He was fatter now than in the picture. He looked at the license, and a pained expression formed on his face.
"Sorry..." he said, looking downwards. "C-can I come in?"
"Of course. Take a seat." I said, gesturing my hand toward the living room. He sat comfortably on the floral couch from Granny's will, and Goldie smelled his fingers that were placed loosely on his lap. The couch somewhat disgusted me, but it was the only thing that I had gotten from her will. My sister, Demitri, got her record player, her house, and her set of collectible fairies. I got an, ugly, stained couch with a hole on the side that Granny frequently tried giving away at yard sales. Of course, sadly, I would soon be getting my share of Demitiri's will.
"Have you seen this man in the past week?" he asked, holding up a picture of Jasper.
"Jasper? Of course, he murd- I mean, was with my sister for quite a while."
"He hasn't been seen." he said, not minding my nervous break.
"You have a basement..." he said. Now THAT really struck a nerve.
"Yes, I have a basement." I said. Crap! How could I be so stupid as to leave the tape, the chair, and the ashtray in the basement? I was dead.
"If you'll excuse me, I have to go tinkle." he said.
"Err- hallway, last door on the left..." I said, and thought about how unofficial he was acting. He walked into the dining room and out to the hallway. Awesome! I would walk down to the basement, pick up the crap, and it would be taken care of. Suddenly, the man walked back into the room.
"Your dining table is missing a chair." he said, looking at me skeptically. "What are you hiding?"
The Basement
9/1/2007
I woke up feeling weird, the atmosphere smoky and humid. It's was like a nightmare, the way I couldn't see anything. Adrenaline rushed through my veins. The faint glinting of the ashes on a cigarette caught my eye, so I looked more closely to the corner of the room. A bright light flashed on, and Felix stood above me, smirking.
"You're awake..." she said, and looked me straight in the eye. "Now you listen to me."
Felix Derea
The Living Room
9/7/2007
A sleek, black car pulled up the driveway. Who could it be? I then figured it out. The FBI, but for who's sake? A man in a black suit walked up to my door, and rung the bell. I took inch-long steps towards the door. Goldie barked madly. I opened the door, and looked eye-to-eye with a big, bulky guy.
"Hello, ma'm. May I come inside?" I stared blankly. "Oh!" he exclaimed, then held up his driver's license. "I'm- er- federal police."
"Very official." I said, examining the picture of this man. He was fatter now than in the picture. He looked at the license, and a pained expression formed on his face.
"Sorry..." he said, looking downwards. "C-can I come in?"
"Of course. Take a seat." I said, gesturing my hand toward the living room. He sat comfortably on the floral couch from Granny's will, and Goldie smelled his fingers that were placed loosely on his lap. The couch somewhat disgusted me, but it was the only thing that I had gotten from her will. My sister, Demitri, got her record player, her house, and her set of collectible fairies. I got an, ugly, stained couch with a hole on the side that Granny frequently tried giving away at yard sales. Of course, sadly, I would soon be getting my share of Demitiri's will.
"Have you seen this man in the past week?" he asked, holding up a picture of Jasper.
"Jasper? Of course, he murd- I mean, was with my sister for quite a while."
"He hasn't been seen." he said, not minding my nervous break.
"You have a basement..." he said. Now THAT really struck a nerve.
"Yes, I have a basement." I said. Crap! How could I be so stupid as to leave the tape, the chair, and the ashtray in the basement? I was dead.
"If you'll excuse me, I have to go tinkle." he said.
"Err- hallway, last door on the left..." I said, and thought about how unofficial he was acting. He walked into the dining room and out to the hallway. Awesome! I would walk down to the basement, pick up the crap, and it would be taken care of. Suddenly, the man walked back into the room.
"Your dining table is missing a chair." he said, looking at me skeptically. "What are you hiding?"
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