Some events in this story happened in real life, although most of this came from my own mind. All names of characters and places based on real people and places have been changed. I was inspired by the film the by Sofia Coppola, "The Bling Ring". By the way I might make an appearence..
By the way, this is only a test thing. All of the characters in this chapter are real.
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THE ESCAPE
Spencer hadn't thought through her escape plan. She slid open the window before peering out of it, taking note of how high above the ground she was. She'd chosen the window because it was the easiest way to leave the house without getting caught by her mother, who spent most of her night's spying the corridors, making sure there was no possible way of her daughter, with an emotional saga she called a 'bad reputation', leaving the house. Little did she know her daughter would risk her own life just to grind on someone else' boyfriend and buy drinks using a fake ID at some club she'd blend into for acting like a slut.
The warm breeze was strong enough to push Spencer back into her own bedroom. She got one leg over, hanging out the window. She struggled to get the other over without falling down, which would hurt immensely. She hoped she would die at the age of ninety-two on a hospital bed, rose petels scattered about it, her adoring fans and family sobbing around her as she slowly exhaled her final breathes. Plummiting to the ground from three floor building in louboutin's wasn't exactly how she imagined her death.
She wasn't sure she'd land on the patch of grass just a little further away from the building itself. She eyed the ground beneath her, desperatley wanted to hug herself, her bare arms shivering, although it was a warm summer's night. She felt as if she were about to let go and just fall. Strangely enough, imagined her blood splattered on the ground beneath her. That possibly being the worst case senario. Although, if she did die, she'd look fabulous while doing so. She was now glad she'd spent about an hour, grooming her pale blonde hair which usually sat on her right shoulder.
Okay, so her way down. She was considering jumping down, but that bound to be a disaster. She was running out of time. What if the others had left without her? She cursed under her breathe as she tried to stay focused on her escape.
"Hey bitch"
Her eyes scanned beneath her house. No one was there, but the voice came from near by. A familiar flirtatious yet child like hiss. She heard the sound of a car horn. Suddenly the lights on her lawn lit up and realized she had been discovered. At least her best friend Piper was in sight. Was she carrying a ladder? No. No way.
"Why is your shed so hard to get into?" Piper asked before placing the ladder against the wall. "Piper, I can't climb down a ladder in heels" Spencer felt like she was having a minor panic attack, "The lights are on, my mum's probably coming right now!"
Piper rolled her eyes before holding up her hands, "Give me the shoes then" She called up, desperately wanting to get her hands on the louboutin's. Spencer groaned before kicking them down to Piper. She grinned when she caught one of the shoes in her hands, "Ooh, expensive". "Shut up. They're expensive for you cuz' you can't afford them" Spencer replied, climbing down the ladder steadily, bare foot.
Piper began to rush her, "Come on! Come on!". She now wore a worried facial expression, occasionally glancing around to see if Spencer's mum was on her way. Spencer finally got down and gave Piper a death glare before bursting out into a giggle fit. Piper handed her the shoes and began to run across the lawn.
"Spencer? Spencer!" They heard behind them,resulting in louder laughter. "Honestly, did you think I was gonna let you jump? You were on the third floor. You're too crazy" Piper tried to catch her breathe as she spoke, inhaling and exhaling in between words.
They were finally on the street. Just near Spencer's house was a black Lamborghini. Spencer folded her arms then turned to Piper, "Did you steal this?".
"No, I did. Well, from my parents. I know, surprising they could afford one" Rolling down the windows was in fact Eryn, the rebel with the curly auburn bob which fit perfectly with her pale green eyes, "Get in". Spencer followed Piper inside. They were greeted by a boy with olive skin, black hair quiffed back and chocolatey eyes. "Girls, this is Marty, Marty this is Piper and Spencer".
Marty gave the girls a weak, awkward smile. "Marty, I'm surprised you got off your laptop. I'm glad you came" Eryn began to drive off. Tonight they were visiting a club, that's all everyone in the backseat knew, only the driver knew which one. "So Marty, are you new?" Piper asked while keeping her eyes fixed on her blackberry. Marty shook his head, "No. I've lived round here for a while, I just go to a different school" He answered them, stuttering slightly.
"Cool" Spencer said, leaning over Piper's phone which seemed way more interesting then Marty. "The guys are already there" Piper informed the rest as she typed a reply on her phone. She looked up at Marty once, "Sorry, the other guys". Marty grinned in response. "So Eryn," Spencer began, sitting back on the shiny black leather seats that, although weren't at all comfy, made her feel classy, not to say that she wasn't already. She lived a a high class lifestyle, living in one of the biggest houses houses (which looked like a holiday villas in Spain) in the neighbourhood. The town they lived in, near London, was known for being the British equivalent to Beverly hills. It sounded ridiculous, but it was true. Anyone who lived there had to have a great job, be mega rich or just famous, although if you were famous you'd probably be rich anyway, or have rich and famous family. "How did you and Marty meet?"
Eryn shrugged, "I think at a party, right?", she glanced at Marty through the front view mirror. He nodded, obviously nervous. Piper raised a questioning brow at the only male in the vehicle.
They soon arrived at the club. Muffled music escaping the walls, the smell of cheap alcohol and smoke lingering in the air around one floor red brick building. A queue was waiting on the sidewalk. Most of the girl's weren't dressed good enough to be in a place like this. A sign above the iron double doors read 'SOIREE'.
Spencer, Piper and Marty stepped out of the car, glancing around, naturally posing as all eyes fell of them. Eryn drove off to find a parking space. "How are we going to get in there? Fake ID's won't work with him" Spencer pointed towards the bouncer. Marty and Piper giggled, "Don't worry about it" Marty said in unison. They were both looking over the phone screen.
The three of them left walked over to the stocky looking bouncer with a sour expression on his face covered in white stubble, passing the queue which started a real commotion. "ID" The bouncer said simply. Piper stepped forward and held out to laminated cards.
The cards looked obviously fake. What did Piper think she was doing showing them. They looked like youth club membership cards. No way would she pull of an 18 year old, even in her outfit.
The bouncer examined them then shook his head, "Fake". Piper scoffed, "Excuse me! Do you know who I am?". "I know you kids, trying to pull off a twenty five year old woman's look in that short dress and heels. I've seen it all. Now, pre-school's that way, Bye no-
"Excuse me, they're with us" Marty was by the door, two other boys standing by him. The boys, Spencer knew from school. It looked like Marty had already been inside. Piper had been a distraction. So Marty could get in without any hassle. Spencer smiled playfully.
The bouncer rolled his eyes before letting both Spencer and Pipper pass, muttering something under his breathe as they walked in.
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