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Mr. & Mrs. Young (lisamcmann)

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I twisted my hair into a ponytail, tucking it under my cap and lowering the brim. Then I took a final look around the room full of strangers, wondering which of them would help me escape, and which would try to kill me. With only 15 minuets’ left until I’m on my own in this world I had no choice but to smile.

“Ms. Young … Your hat!” The middle aged woman said in a stern voice, all while giving me a death glare.

“Sorry.” I said plain and simple pretending as if I were really going to move it when in reality my hair was so frizzy under this hat it was no way that was going to happen.

“So. Chelsea--” A voice beside me said breaking me out of my thoughts.

“What?”               

“Did you do it yet?”

“I don’t think I know what you’re talking about.”

“I think you do. We only have less than fifteen minuets.”

“Yes! Okay, I did it. Happy?”

“No yet.” The boy said elbowing me in the shoulder as we both turned our attention back to the speaker.

“And that’s why I say … don’t forget who you met in the past … and get ready for who you meet … the speaker paused and took a deep breath … in your future. Thank you all.”

“What a snooze fest.” The boy said once again.

“You can say that again old man talk too much thinks we have all day. Good thing it’s only thirteen more minuet’s” The boy chuckled.

“Why have I never spoken to you?”

“We’ve had the same homeroom at school since 9th grade. But then again you always skipped homeroom so--”

“Okay, I get it. Well I’m Drake, Drake Young. And I know what you did.”

“Same last name. And who doesn’t know what I did.” I said as a matter of factly rolling my eyes after shaking Drake’s hand.

“Yeah, I guess I deserved that. But I think it’s bold. And I also think … He pulled my hat upright on my head … you would look much more beautiful without this hat pulled so far down on your face.”

“And who are you too--”

“Mr. & Mrs. Young, you have heard your final warning or you will be put out.”

“You can put us out of our--”

“Silence!” The middle aged woman said. Drake began to laugh.

“That lady is crazy. But back to what you did.”

“What about it?”

“I want in.”

“The deed is already done. And you sir, have had your last warning to touch my hat again.”

“Sorry, I just don’t like how you keep pulling it down like that.”

“Get over it. And what do you mean you want in?”

“It means fireworks aren’t cool without matches.” I rose one eye brow and turned my attention to the now woman speaker.

“Life is about taking chances, making changes and I know if you just put your mind to it you can do it.” The crowd began to laugh at the woman’s corniness. I sighed loudly and glanced at my watch, it had to have been stuck on Gary the snail time because we still only had eleven minutes left. I began to ponder how things would go after this and what Drake meant by he wants in on my plan by the way.

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