Marilyn Fone Draft

was staring mindlessly at the forest.

“So when are we gonna go in?” he interrupted her thoughts.

“Sorry just- thinking.”

And with that they crept into the dark forest. ...

The sound of a motorcycle awoke Roger with a start. He was in “Baby Boos!”, a horrible orphanage that should probably be sued for child abuse, but hey, who said you had to listen to gruff lady at the front desk? Roger crept silently out the front door.

His buddy Chuck pulled up.

“Look Roger! I got us and the Bullets some beer!”

“Great. But did you see? Chad graffitied the local school!” They laughed obnoxiously. Thankfully the police were on their trail. After dozens of crimes, they would probably go to juvenile.

In the morning Roger woke up and made sure all the kids were following his rules. He heard a racket from downstairs. “Strange.” he thought. It was too early for breakfast.The Bullet curiously snuck downstairs. He saw a stranger talking with the lady at the front desk, Rivka who was an old yiddish woman.

The stranger had jet black hair and was super tall. She had sunglasses too.

“I’m looking for Marilyn Fone.”

“She’s dead.” said Rivka without looking up from her newspaper.

That’s when Roger came in.

“No! No! You don’t want her! She’s an- alcoholic!” The lady took off her glasses and her eyes glowed golden.

More to come in Chapter 5 26