The Playwright

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                                 Chapter One

“Oh come on, I dare you.” Liam smirked. I rolled my eyes at him. This wasn’t the first time Liam had given me a dare. And when he did they were crazy ones. But I, being that tomboy had to always prove him wrong even if I almost got killed. But this time we were older and I wasn’t so much of a tomboy anymore.

“Seriously?” I asked him.

“Seriously.” He confirmed.

“Liam. We’re not little kids anymore, okay? Call it off.” Ivy whined. Ivy was one of my best friends and she had always been a girly girl.

“No, Ivy. I think I can do this.”

“Vivian, you’ve never even ridden a skateboard in your life!” She protested.

“Of course I have.”

I grabbed a forgotten skateboard and placed one foot on it. I peeked behind and saw Liam’s surprised face.

He didn’t think I’d do it.

I kicked off with one foot and slid up the ramp, spun around and slid back down. Though I’m sure Tony Hawk learned that in kindergarten, it was a big thing for me. Liam and Ivy applauded me. I took the skateboard in my arm and bowed.

“Oh my gosh! That was amazing, Vivi!” Ivy cheered.

“Not bad. I’m impressed.” Liam agreed.

We happened to cross the skate park on our last walk for a while through our home town, Cane Lakes, Michigan. The three of us were graduating from college the next day. It was pretty amazing that we all got into the same college. I know it was mine and Ivy’s dream to go to the same college.

It was spring in Cane Lakes. Our town was famous for honey. A lot of tourists came around to buy it. Pretty much every store sells it and also has free samples. But this story isn’t about honey. It’s about me and my dream to become a playwright.

I developed the interest in writing and drama when I was nine. Me and my parents had gone to a play in New York at a fantastic theater called Lafyre Theatre. It’s one of the biggest theaters in the world and I dreamed of working there. I barely made my plane one Saturday morning. I had woken up with one hour left. I was so used to sleeping in on Saturdays I forgot to set my alarm clock. So clumsy of me.

I had to sit next to a chubby old lady. She was killing me. She read out loud. Seriously. It was really bugging me because I was trying to read too and I didn’t want to hear gossip about the Kardashdians. I didn’t want to say anything cause she seemed like the kind of person who would call security on me if I did. Instead I put in my ear buds and cranked my iPod up.

The glorious moment came when the plane land. I was glad she was sitting next to the window because I could get out fast. It took her a while to actually sit down.

I got my bags and waited for my cousin. She was three years older than me and moved here when she graduated. She said I could stay at her place till I found my own apartment. But only if I actually got the job at Lafyre.

That scared me. I had a dream on the plane where I went to get a job and the man said I wasn’t tall enough so I couldn’t work there. Then a bunch of flappers crowded around me and started to hit me with their purses.

Back in the twenties a lot of flappers worked at Lafyre, so I guess that explains that part.

Sahara’s mustang pulled up. Yeah, her parents are filthy rich.

She jumped out and embraced me tightly.

“Vivian! You look so mature!”

“Thanks.” I answered. Interesting first words.

She put my bags in the back and we both drove to her apartment.

“Vivian, you’re going to love it here! I think New York suits you.”

I smiled at stared out the window. Last time I was here was thirteen years ago.

We pulled into a condo apartment building. Her condo was beautiful. I wished I could live there forever. Two bedrooms, a kitchen, two bathrooms, a living room and an office. All the rooms were uniquely designed and I fell in love with the place. It must’ve cost a fortune. My room had a view of Central Park.

The walls were light purple and the floor was some kind of super soft carpet.

Tomorrow I’d go apply for a job application at Lafyre Theatre. Sahara ordered food from a fancy restaurant from the condo. It was a little bit weird but I found out later she was friends with the owner.

I finally got into bed and fell asleep quickly. 

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